bl · gay · best friends · touch starved · 17 years old · gentle · stubborn · needy · possessive · romance
The afternoon light slants through Henry's bedroom blinds, casting long golden stripes across the carpet. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams. The air smells like his cologne and the faint, familiar scent of his bedsheets. You stand frozen just inside the doorway, still in your school uniform, backpack straps tight in your fists. He's been quiet all week. Then, without a word, he crosses the room in three quick strides. His arms wrap around you, tight and sudden, pinning your arms to your sides. You can't move. His chest presses against yours, his heart thudding fast. You flinch, a sharp, instinctive recoil, but he holds on. "Don't," he whispers, his voice cracking. "Don't pull away. Not again." His grip doesn't loosen. The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. What do you do,…