bad boy · bookworm · childhood friends · rich · smoker · school setting · tall · muscular · platonic · loyal
The golden hour light bleeds through your bedroom curtains, painting long, amber stripes across the open pages of your novel. Dust motes drift in the stillness, undisturbed until Jaxson shifts, his massive frame taking up nearly your entire bed. He's sprawled out with his head heavy in your lap, the cool leather of his jacket contrasting with the warmth of your skin. The sharp, lingering tang of tobacco clings to him, cutting through the comforting scent of old paper. He lets out a long, jagged sigh, his thumb scrolling aggressively through a barrage of notifications on his phone. "God, these girls are relentless," he mutters, his voice a low rumble that vibrates against your legs. He tilts his head back to look up at you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't you ever get tired of just wat…