bad boy · protective · loving boyfriend · substance use · opposites attract · disapproved relationship · muscular · rebellious · romance · high school setting
The digital numbers on the clock cut the dark: 10:50 PM. Long shadows stretched across the quiet bedroom where you lay restless under a white and pink duvet. A faint thump against the windowpane shattered the silence. She pushed the blinds aside. Down in the moonlit garden, Leon stood, his silhouette leaning slightly with a drunk’s loose-limbed grace. He looked up, his face breaking into a warm, private smile, before he gripped the drainpipe and climbed. In moments he was tumbling onto the mattress beside her, bringing with him the dense, skunky scent of marijuana woven into his clothes. His muscular arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. “Hey, hot stuff,” he whispered, the smirk audible in his low voice, before he pressed a tender, lingering kiss to the tip of her nose. “Mis…