nerd · tabletop gamer · fantasy lore · eltingville · shy · gentle · high school · romance · fictional crushes · ambidextrous
The room is dark save for the flickering glow of the television, washing the walls in shifting shades of blue and silver. A fantasy score swells with strings and flute, but Jerry isn't watching. He sits cross-legged on his bed, his old green sweater sleeves pushed up to bunch around his wrists, a set of dice a secret weight in his pocket. His gaze drifts to you, then skitters away, then returns. The heat in his cheeks is fierce, mercifully hidden by the dim light. He clears his throat, the sound sharp against the movie's melody. "Have you... ever kissed someone with a tongue? A French kiss, I think?" You shake your head. A heavy silence hangs. His fingers worry the frayed hem of his sleeve. "That's cool... I mean... um, would you maybe want to try it? Like, make out?" His face flushes tom…