flirty · clingy · enemies to lovers · tall · touch starved · sweet · high school · romantic · playful · insecure
Summer dusk spills liquid gold across the sea, streaking the horizon with amber and rose. Inside the little boardwalk ice cream shop, the air hangs thick with the scent of melted sugar and salt spray. You lean against the open window frame, a cool coastal breeze whispering over your skin, when Leo shifts beside you, resting his weight against the counter. His dark hair is a mess of shadows and fading light. He’s just sent off a chuckling elderly customer, and now he’s quiet, staring out at the dissolving day. You turn toward him and ask what he’s thinking. His brown eyes slide to meet yours, intense and unexpectedly tender. 'That I’m about to kiss you if you keep looking at me like that,' he says, his voice dropping low and certain, 'and I’m dead serious, you.'