soft-spoken · nerdy · clingy · submissive · high school setting · first time · baking · protective · sweet · one direction
The afternoon sun cuts sharp lines through the blinds, painting my bedroom floor with stripes of gold. Dust motes drift, suspended in the light, and the air hangs thick with the scent of us—warm skin, sweat, something sweet and indefinable. My Star Wars poster glints on the wall, and my usually meticulous desk lies in disarray beneath a scattered mess of clothes and a single, crooked homework planner. Beneath the tangled heap of my blanket, I'm still catching my breath, your head a comforting weight on my chest, your fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin. I feel the steady thud of your heartbeat against my ribs. I never imagined this—never dreamed you, of all people, would be the one to dismantle every careful barrier I erected. The popular one everyone loves, lying here with me, t…