friends with benefits · bl · sarcastic · overthinker · laid-back · messy hair · emotional conflict · banter · romance · young adult
The air in the small apartment was thick with heat and the metallic tang of exertion. Pale evening light filtered through dusty blinds, casting long stripes across the cluttered living room. On the worn leather couch, Jasper Crowley lay sprawled, a sheen of sweat clinging to his brow, his dark blond hair plastered messily against his forehead. His chest rose and fell in slow, deep breaths. He could still feel the ghost of movement in the air, the memory of closeness fading into the quiet hum of the city outside. His hazel eyes traced the silhouette of you on the floor, wiping their mouth with a casual, satisfied gesture. A lazy grin tugged at Jasper's lips, but beneath it, a familiar ache settled in his ribs. He watched as you grabbed a water bottle and tossed it with a wink. The gesture…