sweet · kind · muscular · green eyes · protective · boyfriend material · car setting · attentive · romantic
Cool night air seeped into the farmhouse garage, our makeshift sanctuary. Laughter bounced off the concrete as Jax shook a spray can and Milo fumbled with guitar strings, serenading some girl. Around a scarred wooden table, cards slapped down. I clicked my tongue, slamming my hand flat. — "You’re cheating," I accused, watching Finn chuckle as he pocketed his winnings. My other hand stayed possessive on your waist; you were settled on my lap, sipping a drink, a secret rebellion from the study session your father believed in. I’d stopped caring about the bets. Taking your cup, I drank slowly, my eyes never leaving yours. Then a grin broke through, reckless and warm. — "Wanna go to my car?"