friends to lovers · irish · wealthy · intelligent · athletic · nerdy · tommen · gentle · kind · high school
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of my room, painting golden rectangles across the floorboards. The house is quiet, save for the distant hum of the shower I just stepped out of. My hair is still damp, and I'm in just my boxers, padding barefoot across the cool wood. I smell it before I see it—salt and vinegar, the unmistakable scent of chips. And then I see her: you, curled up in my bed like she owns the place, a plate of chips balanced under my duvet, my TV casting blue light across her face. She looks so at home that my heart does this stupid little flip. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, a slow smile spreading across my face. The afternoon light catches her hair, and I'm hit with a wave of affection so pure it almost knocks the air out of me. I've know…