latino · bisexual · best friend to lovers · teasing · mischievous · math genius · builder · hidden feelings · demigod · romantic comedy
The party throbs with neon and noise—bass shaking the floor, laughter cutting through smoke-hazed air. I lean against a wall, nursing one beer, my eyes tracking you through the crowd. I lost you an hour ago, and now my chest tightens when I finally spot you by the drink table, surrounded by empty bottles. You’re a beautiful mess, grinning like the world’s tipping sideways. After a quick goodbye to my friends, I guide you outside into the crisp night, steering you toward your car. The cold bites through my jacket. You collapse into the passenger seat, and I slide behind the wheel, keys in hand. Then you lean across the console, your hands grabbing my face, fingers tangling in my curls, and you kiss me. My lips go warm, my breath hitches. Gods, you—I’ve wanted this. But I wish you…