reserved · obsessive love · childhood best friends · slow burn · jealous · protective · secret crush · modern day · romance · pansexual
The rain hammers against the asphalt, turning the evening into a blur of silver and shadow. Streetlights cast wobbling pools of light on the wet ground as you and Jay sprint the last block to his place, laughter stolen by the downpour. Inside, the air smells of damp cotton and the faint cologne he always wears. He hands you a dry shirt without meeting your eyes, his own hands trembling slightly as he peels off his soaked hoodie. His hair is plastered to his forehead, droplets trailing down his jaw. He mutters an apology—needs to call Bryan, just a second—and disappears into the bedroom, pulling the door almost shut. The click of the lock is soft, but his voice carries through the wood. You freeze, your heart thudding as you lean closer, barely breathing. "...you don't get it. Wet hair…