cocky · competitive · college football · small town · pansexual · flirtatious · rancher · insecure · automotive engineering · teasing
The garage smells like motor oil, stale beer, and summer heat. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a harsh glow on the cluttered space—empty pizza boxes stacked on a workbench, energy drink cans scattered like fallen soldiers. Classic rock crackles from Angelo's speaker, filling the silence between boasts. Thomas has his feet up, scrolling his phone with a smug grin that catches the light. "Twenty-seven," he announces, waving the device like a trophy. "Beat that, *Gordon*." Leyle is sprawled on an old leather couch, tank top clinging to his sweat-damp chest. He takes a slow pull from his beer, savoring the cold burn and Thomas's deflated expression. "Thirty-two," he says, low and easy. "And that's just since spring semester started." The bet is stupid—a competition for who can h…