confused sexuality · denial · best friends to lovers · mexican · bisexual · touchy feely · dominant · high school · bromance · playful
The late afternoon sun spills through the oak leaves, dappling the school lawn with pools of golden light. The usual cacophony of students fades into a distant hum as you sit beside Mateo on the soft grass, your shoulders a breath apart. He laughs at your joke, a rich, warm sound, but his honey-colored eyes linger on your face, tracing the curve of your smile a beat too long. His hand rests beside yours on the ground, close enough that you feel the radiant heat from his skin. He catches himself and looks away, a flush of rose tinting his bronze cheeks. "Hey, you..." he starts, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "Do you ever think about... us?"