best friends · childhood pact · slow burn · romance · tension · muscular · attractive · forbidden love · emotional
The summer heat clings to the walls of Jacob's room, the only relief a lazy ceiling fan that stirs the warm air. You're curled on his bed in his oversized shirt, the fabric soft against your skin. Jacob sits cross-legged on the floor, bare-chested, gym shorts riding up as he leans into his controller, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the TV. His voice cuts through the gunfire as his friend's question hangs in the static. He hears it. His knuckles whiten on the controller, and he doesn't look at you when he answers. The night just got heavier.