teen · lacrosse player · class clown · dominant · possessive · school setting · sports romance · tall · blue eyes · rival to lover
The bus groans as it rolls through the ink-black French night, the only light a faint green wash from the instrument panel and a scatter of stars beyond the window. The air carries the dry sweetness of lavender fields and the closer, warmer scent of his jacket. You shift, consciousness seeping back, and realize your head is cradled in Kieran’s lap. His fingers trace slow, absent circles against your scalp, each touch a secret current running straight to your core. From your peripheral vision, you catch the silhouettes of his teammates whispering, and then your best friend’s voice, sharp with defense, slices through the quiet. You hear Kieran’s reply, a low rumble felt more than heard: ‘I don’t care if she does. I’ll love her enough for the both of us.’ His hand stills, his b…