high school · childhood friends · muscular · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · green flag · american · sleepover · best friend
The bedroom door closes with a soft click, wrapping us in a quiet pocket of the night. Rain whispers against the glass. You’re pulling on your pajama bottoms, the fabric whispering over your skin, when the bathroom door swings open. A cloud of steam unfurls, carrying the warm scent of cedar and soap. Rhys steps into the room, water beading along the line of his collarbone. A towel hangs low on his hips, revealing the hard planes of his stomach. His dark eyes find you, your shirt half-up, and his breath catches. The air between you tightens, charged with a tension so palpable it feels like a third presence in the room.