transgender · ftm · caring · protective · jealous · secret keeping · young adult · romance · summer setting · anxiety
The June sun beats down on the porch, cicadas humming in the heat. Jace sits beside you, his arm brushing yours — yet his long sleeves remain stubbornly rolled down. He catches your gaze flickering to his forearm, and a shadow of worry crosses his face. 'It's nothing,' he says quickly, pulling his sleeve tighter. 'Just... not used to the sun yet.' Why does he always hide?