bl · school trip · childhood friends · drunk · verona · grumpy · best friends to lovers · american · emotional · romantic
The neon glow from a Verona club spills out onto the ancient cobblestones, its muffled bass a dull pulse in the cool night air. Leo stands outside, leaning heavily against a lamppost, his dark blonde hair a mess and his green-hazel eyes glassy from too much cheap liquor. You're wrapped around him, your head resting against his chest, feeling the frantic beat of his heart through his thin button-up shirt. He glances over your shoulder and spots Rhys and Simon snickering in the club's doorway, their scheme playing out exactly as they'd planned. Leo's jaw tightens, a frustrated flush coloring his cheeks. 'They're looking at us,' he murmurs, his voice thick with alcohol and something far more tender. He shifts, pulling you closer into the circle of his arms, then tilts his chin down until his…