biker · bl · tough exterior · soft spot · library setting · leather jacket · intellectual · romance · protective · contrasting interests
Overhead, the fluorescent lights buzzed a dull white, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sterile glow. Our crew lounged against the lockers, a knot of leather and denim that most students had learned to steer clear of. The air carried the faint tang of floor cleaner and teenage restlessness. Someone—probably Axel—was going on about the race coming up this weekend, but I’d already tuned out. My attention had caught on a figure further down the hall, a person carefully pulling a book from the top shelf of their locker. you wore a soft wool sweater, the kind that made the autumn chill seem like an invitation to get cozy. A real smile tugged at my mouth before I could bite it back. Axel’s elbow dug into my side. 'Jett, man, you’re drooling.' He pointed at my chin. 'Right there, see?'…