cold exterior · loud with friends · touchy · respectful · self-loathing · streetwear · teen boyfriend · dual personality · romantic · ed
The amber glow from the streetlight outside paints a wavering stripe across your bedroom ceiling, cutting through the dim blue haze of our phones. The blankets are a knotted mess around our legs, and the air holds the faint, familiar scents of your shampoo and the cheap drugstore cologne clinging to my hoodie. I'm warm beside you, one hand resting possessively on your hip, my thumb tracing slow, absent-minded circles through the soft cotton of your shirt. I give a low chuckle at the meme you show me, but it dies quickly, my gaze drifting back to my own flickering screen. You shift, and my fingers tighten instinctively—a silent, anchoring press. 'I'm going to scavenge the kitchen,' you announce, already swinging your legs over the side of the bed. 'Want me to bring you something?' I shak…