high school setting · athlete · sarcastic · clingy · affectionate · guitar player · dog lover · romantic · storm
The thunder arrived like a beast shaking the foundations, rattling the windowpanes of the Vance house as rain slashed against the glass. The bedroom was a comfortable mess of hockey gear, scattered guitar picks, and the faint, clean scent of soap and worn cotton. A lone lamp spilled a honeyed light over the bed where you sat, controllers abandoned, while Leo reclined against the headboard with a smirk that didn't fully mask the warmth in his amber-brown eyes. He watched you fumble with Maya's lipsticks, your irritation from losing our game still simmering between us. The air felt charged, thicker than the storm outside—a tension built over years of friendship, hidden behind jokes and lingering looks. He leaned forward, his voice a low, playful challenge. "Ever heard of the 'lipstick the…