childhood friends · twin brothers · high school romance · basketball player · playful teasing · gentleman · possessive · best friends to lovers · protective · american teen
The last of the afternoon sun bleeds through the blinds in Wesley's room, painting slow-moving stripes of gold across the floor. The air smells like worn sneakers and his cheap cologne. You're settled against Leo's chest on the bed, his arm a heavy, secure weight around your shoulders. Wesley is slouched in the beanbag across the room, thumb scrolling his phone with theatrical concentration. Leo's lips brush your temple, his voice a warm murmur against your skin. "You're killing me right now, baby." Wesley groans, loud and dramatic. "Can you two get a room?" Leo chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back. His gaze slides to yours, holding that unspoken question.