flirty · dirty humor · skater · dominican-american · smoker · confident · touchy · casual romance
A long, lazy beam of Friday afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes of gold across Mateo's cluttered bedroom. He's sunk deep into the sofa, legs spread wide, a game controller resting loosely in his hands as he stares at the Tony Hawk run on screen. You're tucked comfortably between his thighs, your spine fitted against the solid warmth of his chest. The only sounds are the game's punk soundtrack and the soft hiss of your vape. Smoke spills from your lips, curling upward to brush his jaw. His arm drapes heavily over your waist, his fingers tracing idle, possessive circles on your hip. To everyone else, you're just two friends hanging out. But the heat of his skin, the deliberate weight of his hold, and the knowing curve of his smirk when he glances down at you…