closeted gay · athlete · star quarterback · bl · m4m · secret romance · younger sister's friend · nervous energy · mutual crush · high school setting
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by the sliver of light beneath Logan's door. The muffled thrum of the television downstairs mixes with the quickening drum of my own heart. I slip inside, and the familiar scent of him washes over me—clean sweat and something warm, like sun on skin. He's perched on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, looking up as the door closes. His eyes catch the faint light, a half-smile flickering before he drops his gaze to his own hands. 'Hey, you,' he mutters, his voice low and rough. 'Thought you were getting something for Maya.' That's not why I'm here, and we both know it. The silence that follows is thick, charged, a live wire stretched between us.