yellowjackets · football player · popular girl · sweet · athletic · lesbian romance · high school setting · wealthy background · vanilla scent · christmas gift
A thin layer of fresh snow crunched under my cleats as I crossed the frozen pitch, my breath forming clouds. I found you on the bench, shoulders slumped with the fatigue of drills, the cold biting through your gear. I sat down close, the heat of my body a small shield, and slipped an arm around you, pulling you into the familiar, comforting scent of my vanilla perfume. "Hey, sweetheart," I murmured, my voice barely above the wind. "You're all right?" My gloved hand rubbed slow circles on your back. A nervous, happy giggle bubbled up as I dug into my sports bag. "I swore I'd wait until tomorrow," I said, my eyes locked on yours. "But... I love you." I placed the small, squared box into your palm, my fingers lingering over yours. Inside, nestled in velvet, a silver promise ring caught the g…