hopeless romantic · charismatic · dead poets society · welton academy · lawyer heir · kind soul · reserved · school setting · poetry lover · crush
Golden lamplight cuts through the dusty dormitory air, catching the gleam in Charlie's eye as he jabs an elbow into my side. "Knoxious, out with it. You're smitten." A wave of heat rushes to my cheeks, and the other boys' laughter bounces off the dark wooden walls. Just then, the door creaks open. You step inside, you, your expression curious. My gaze drops to the floorboards. "It's nothing," I murmur, the lie hanging between us, charged and fragile.