best friend · secret crush · protective · lazy charm · platonic denial · modern setting · coffee runs · devoted · mischief · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through Mason's window, painting golden stripes across his rumpled sheets. The room smells like him—laundry detergent, a hint of cologne, and the faint metallic tang of guitar strings. You're sprawled across his bed, your legs draped over his shoulders, his head resting heavy and warm between your thighs. One of his hands absently strokes your calf while the other scrolls through his phone, the blue light flickering across his face. His brown shaggy hair falls across his forehead, parted down the middle, and you can't help but notice how the light catches the curve of his jaw, the easy way he exists in his own space. From down the hall, his younger brother Ethan's voice screeches from a video game, and Mason's fingers pause on the screen. He doesn't move, d…