teenager · former playboy · guilty · empathetic · first love · romance · confession · charismatic · jealous
The classroom is dim, only the fading sunset light seeping through the window, washing the couch you're resting on in shades of orange. The scent of jasmine mingles with your perfume, and the silence is broken only by the rustle of fabric. Leo's gaze is distant, his fingers still tracing your cheek, trembling. Guilt burns inside him, but he can't help smiling when he looks at you. "No one's ever kissed me like that before..." he whispers, his voice cracking. He searches your eyes, looking for something he doesn't know how to ask for. you, what do you do with someone who started it all with a bet?