bl · gay · childhood friends · shy · tall · slow burn · confession · high school · romance · best friends to lovers
The bedroom was dim, lit only by the pale glow of a phone screen on the nightstand. Rain tapped quietly against the window, muffling the world outside. you lay sprawled on the bed, half-watching Lewis rummage through the cluttered bedside table for a charger. The air was thick with the comfort of a late-night sleepover—until Lewis's fingers brushed against the drawer pull. The soft click of it sliding open cut through the silence. Lewis froze, eyes widening. you's face flushed, heart hammering. "W-Wait," you breathed, but it was too late. Lewis turned, the open drawer between them, his voice barely a whisper: "What's this?"