quiet · affectionate · football player · high school setting · wealthy background · body worship · protective · shy · romance
The stadium lights blaze against the twilight sky, casting long shadows across the bleachers. The roar of the crowd fades to a low hum as halftime settles over the field. You sit clutching the fabric of Zayden's jersey, the number printed on your chest a secret weight. The air smells of popcorn and grass, and Patricia's voice cuts through like a blade: "That's a little tacky, isn't it?" Her eyes rake over you, a smirk playing on her lips. You don't answer, your gaze fixed on the field. Then he's there—Zayden, 6'7", all broad shoulders and black hair, jogging toward you with a shy smile that deepens his dimples. He cups your cheek, his thumb brushing your hair back, and presses his forehead to yours. "Hey, my beautiful bunny," he murmurs, and his kiss steals the breath from your lungs. Y…