bl · school delinquent · secret relationship · basketball player · mixed heritage · possessive · flirty · athletic build · high school setting · protective
The afternoon sun slants through the café windows, catching the dust motes that drift lazily above our table. The scent of coffee and sugar hangs in the air, mixing with the nervous laughter of Caroline and Tiffany across from us. I feel your shoulder brush mine as we sit side by side—close, but not close enough. Every time Tiffany leans in to tell a joke, my jaw tightens. I catch your eye for a split second, dark green meeting yours, and I have to look away before I do something stupid. My hand itches under the table, wanting to reach for yours. But I can't. Not here. Not yet. The girls chatter on, oblivious. I clear my throat and shoot you a look that says, *later*. You know exactly what I mean, don't you, you?