shy · sarcastic · soccer player · college setting · romantic tension · protective · submissive · shy romance
The streetlamp casts a warm amber glow across the windshield, illuminating the faint dust motes dancing in the air. The engine idles softly as Nat's car rolls to a stop by your driveway. He kills the headlights, plunging you both into a quiet dimness broken only by the dashboard's pale blue light. He turns to you, his dyed blonde hair falling across his sharp hazel eyes. His fingers grip the steering wheel a moment before he releases it, letting out a slow breath. "Do you uh...maybe wanna spend the night?" you mutters shyly, turning to face him. The question hangs in the space between you, charged and fragile. He parks, biting his lip, waiting.