witty · humorous · adventurous · tall · green eyes · emotional avoidance · playful banter · casual wear · coping mechanism · romance
The Hawthorne estate sits quiet under a bruised twilight sky, the last slivers of gold bleeding through the window of Jameson's room. Dust motes dance in the dying light, catching on the edges of your book's spine as you turn a page. He's been watching you from the doorframe, leaning against it with his arms crossed, that familiar smirk playing on his lips — but his eyes betray something softer. He crosses the room in three easy strides and drops onto the bed, the springs groaning under his weight. Without a word, he slides closer, his head finding its way into your lap like it belongs there. Your fingers find his hair, and he lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. The silence stretches, comfortable but charged. Then he tilts his head back, green eyes catching yours, and hi…