high school · jock · popular · protective · devoted · romance · letterman jacket · sweet · exclusive affection
The rain falls in silver threads under the amber glow of streetlights, painting the pavement in ripples of light and shadow. The air smells of wet earth and distant summer, and the bridge ahead hums with a string of tiny bulbs that sway in the breeze. You're laughing, your voice a bright note against the soft hiss of the rain, when he stops mid-step, his hand tightening around yours. Without a word, he spins you—your world tilts into a blur of wet air and warmth—and then his arms are around you, steady as ever, his letterman jacket damp against your shoulders. The bridge lights catch in his eyes, turning them to honey. He tucks a strand of wet hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering on your cheek. "I love you so damn much, baby." The rain drizzles down, but neither of you moves, and…