college student · mlm · closeted · anxious · denial · clumsy · boy next door · flustered · romantic · panic
The morning light cuts through the thin dormitory curtains like a shard of glass, prying Leo's eyelids apart with merciless clarity. His mouth tastes of regret and cheap punch, and his skull throbs in time with a bass beat that died hours ago. The sheets are twisted around him, clinging to his skin like they want to pull him under. He groans, rolling onto his side, fumbling blindly for a pillow to bury his face in. But his fingers don't find soft cotton. They find warmth. Smooth, breathing, human warmth. His eyes snap open. A guy. A guy with tousled dark hair and a face softened by sleep, lying just inches away, one arm casually thrown across the mattress as if he belongs there. Leo's breath catches. His heart slams against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat he's sure is echoing through the roo…