shy · acts of service · volleyball player · journalism club · baking · introverted · people pleaser · high school romance · loyal · awkward
The fading afternoon light cuts through Jamie’s half-drawn curtains, painting gold bands over his unmade bed. The sweet, faint smell of the cookies he baked hangs in the air, tangled with the quiet hum of a game left on standby. He’s stretched out on the floor, still in his practice gear, hair clinging damp to his neck, the bracelet on his wrist glinting as he wipes his brow with the back of his hand. Two weeks without you feels like a gap in the world—every corner of this room holds some trace of them. He pushes up onto his elbows, warm brown eyes soft and pleading, a tired but real smile touching his lips. 'Hey, I think I’ve wrung myself dry. Seriously. Will you please just come here?'