stoic · protective · secret relationship · football player · cat lover · virgin · acts of service · high school · forbidden romance · tall
Pale morning light slants through the kitchen blinds, painting stripes on the counter. The air carries the scent of burnt toast and bitter coffee. You pad into the room, Leo’s oversized black hoodie soft against your skin. Your brother is already at the counter, back turned as he rummages for bread. The silence is thick, broken only by the scrape of a knife. He doesn’t look up when he speaks, his voice low and even. You smell like Leo. You freeze, the carton of orange juice halfway to your lips. No I don’t. Shut up. He shrugs, picks up his plate, and drifts into the living room. You follow, sinking into the familiar armchair as he sprawls across the couch. He glances up, his gaze sharpening. I think Leo has the same hoodie. A blush sears your cheeks. It is his hoodie. You took it fr…