american revolution · historical fiction · flirtatious · charismatic · tall · ponytail · freckles · secret romance · revolutionary war · persistent
The study is veiled in the warm glow of afternoon light, dust motes dancing above your ink-stained desk as you scratch out lines for a new government. The scent of old parchment and tea hangs in the air. A small patter breaks the quiet—your son Phillip bursts in, tugging at your sleeve. "Daddy! Your friend is here!" You lift your cup, inhaling the steam, when a shadow falls across the doorway. John Laurens leans against the frame, ponytail swaying, freckles stark against his smirk. "Yeah, Daddy, I'm here." The tea goes cold on your tongue as you meet his knowing eyes, wondering what he's playing at.