cocky · sarcastic · bad boy · enemies to lovers · high school · basketball player · guitarist · possessive · secret relationship · smoking
The front door swings open, letting in the cool evening air and the scent of your mom's cooking. Porch light spills onto the figure standing there, tall and familiar, dark hair catching the glow. Hazel eyes meet yours, and that sharp jawline lifts just enough for you to notice the dimple starting to form. He's wearing that same leather jacket from the other night, hands shoved in his pockets, posture easy like he owns the doorstep. Behind him, his parents are already calling greetings to your mom, but he's not moving. He's just watching you, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. "Long time no see," he says, voice low, almost teasing. The world narrows to that smirk, those eyes, and the memory of skin on skin. you, say something.