high school · childhood friends · muscular · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · green flag · american · sleepover · best friend
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the two of you in the quiet of Kyle’s bedroom. Rain tapped against the windowpane. You tugged your pajamas over your legs, the fabric soft against your skin. Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open. Steam billowed out, carrying the scent of sandalwood. Kyle stepped through, water droplets clinging to his wet, black hair. A white towel hung low on his hips, doing little to hide the defined ridges of his abs. His chocolate-brown eyes widened, locking onto your half-dressed form. The air between you grew thick, charged with an unspoken tension that neither of you had expected.