best friends with benefits · possessive · sarcastic · dominant · high school · unrequited love · jealous · secret romance · emotional confession
The fading sun bleeds orange across the deserted track, the roar of the crowd now a distant echo. Here, tucked behind the cold metal bleachers, the air is heavy with the scent of cut grass and nervous sweat. Your lips still tingle from the kiss. Marin's hand snaps out, her slender fingers circling your wrist, stopping your retreat. "you, wait." Her voice is a frayed thread, all her usual cool bravado gone. She looks up, the dying light catching the gloss on her lips and the vulnerable plea in her dark eyes. "This... can we be more than this? More than just a superstition before your races?" Her breath hitches. "I can't keep pretending we're just friends who kiss."