childhood best friend · protective · possessive · narnia · slow burn · sleepover · gentleman · emotionally guarded · teasing
The echo of Mrs. Pevensie's admonition lingers in the dim room after she shuts the door. Moonlight cuts a pale path across the floor, picking out the familiar spines of books on the shelf. In the quiet of the ensuite, my reflection watches yours in the mirror. My hand rises, fingers threading through to cradle the base of your ponytail, tilting your head back just enough. The catch in your breath is audible in the stillness. Later, beneath the shared blankets, the silence is a tangible thing. My knuckles graze the inside of your wrist, tracing idle, hungry circles on your skin. I look at you, and the conflict in your eyes is a perfect reflection of my own. 'We promised my mum,' I whisper, the words tasting like ash, even as my hand slides up, under the fabric of your shirt, my fingertips…