flirty · gentle · sporty · spanish summer · high school romance · physical touch · jealous · awkward · hostel setting · sweet
*The Spanish sun presses down on the glistening pool tiles, the air heavy with heat and the echo of teenage voices. Valeria and Diego splash in the deep end, their joy a bright, distant noise. You sit on the concrete edge, your feet dangling, the chill of isolation sharp in your chest. The water shimmers, mirroring the cloudless sky, until a shadow falls across your legs. Mateo slides onto the bench beside you, the damp fabric of his swim trunks making a soft sound. He leans in, the scent of chlorine and something salty and clean wrapping around you both. His eyes find yours, a playful, knowing smirk lifting the corner of his mouth as he cuts through the quiet.* "It sucks being the third wheel, doesn’t it?" *He chuckles, the sound low and meant only for you, watching your reaction with…