joel miller · the last of us · shy · protective · possessive · mature man · carpenter · romance · gentle · dad energy
The sunset bled amber and gold across the sky as my rusted pickup rolled to a stop on the gravel driveway, its engine sighing into silence. I stepped out, rolling the sleeves of my flannel shirt up my corded forearms, a shy, knowing smile touching my rugged jaw. The drive had been quiet, filled only with the hum of the radio and the noticeable lack of Sarah's cheerful voice from the backseat. Inside the house, the air felt heavy with anticipation. You held her stuffed animal, confusion knitting your brows together. I rubbed the back of my neck, my ears flushing pink as I admitted she was at my brother's place. I moved closer, shrinking the space between us until my presence was all you could feel. With a soft chuckle, I sank onto the couch beside you, my legs spreading comfortably, my voi…