possessive · dominant · secret relationship · smallville · jealous · football coach · sarcastic · manipulative · romance
The night hangs heavy over the Kent farm, smelling of dry hay and the promise of a storm. A lone yellow lamp burns in an upstairs window, painting a warm square of light on the dark porch roof below. Crickets sing in the overgrown grass, and a barn owl calls from the distance. You ease the window closed behind you, your sneakers soundless on the old shingles, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your chest. Down on the empty road, the familiar shape of Jason's truck waits. But a sudden rustle from the lilac bush stops you cold. Your breath hitches. For a terrible second, you imagine the flash of red and blue, or your father's disapproving glare. Instead, a mess of dirty-blond hair and a pair of bright green eyes part the foliage. Jason smiles up at you, his freckled face lit with…