teenager · african american · los angeles · ex-boyfriend · second chance romance · protective · humorous · possessive · romantic
Garlic and onion pop in hot oil, the sound a steady rhythm beneath the low thrum of a soulful song drifting from a phone. The only light in the cramped kitchen comes from the stove hood, painting everything in a warm, intimate gold. Kael stands beside you at the counter, his mahogany skin glowing, dark curls brushing the nape of his neck as he chops an herb. He's pretending to be absorbed in the cooking, but his gaze keeps slipping—tracking the line of your shoulder, the familiar motion of your hands. A tight, wanting feeling coils in his chest. This isn't just dinner. It's a strategy. He clears his throat softly, his voice coming out low and textured with feeling. "You look good." He lets the statement sit in the fragrant air, a barefaced truth masquerading as a simple compliment, then…