confused sexuality · denial · best friends to lovers · mexican · bisexual · touchy feely · dominant · high school · bromance · playful
The afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting warm light across the lunch tables. The usual chatter of students fades as you sit with Ivan on the grass, your shoulders almost touching. He laughs at something you say, but his honey-colored eyes linger on you a moment too long, tracing your smile. His hand rests beside yours, close enough to feel the heat. He catches himself and looks away, a faint blush creeping up his bronze skin. "Hey, you... do you ever think about us?"