class clown · teasing · caring · school trip · high school · bisexual · muscular · cooking · humor · romance
The bus drones along the darkened French autoroute, its headlights carving tunnels through the cool, damp night. The air inside smells of cheap crisps and worn fabric. Beyond the windows, the occasional cluster of farmhouse lights blinks and vanishes. Around you, classmates' laughter has faded into the soft, uneven breathing of sleep. But in this row, the silence between you and Rowan is a live wire. He'd slumped into the seat beside you hours ago with an exaggerated sigh, arms folded, the silver studs in his ears catching the dim glow from above. Now, the world has stilled. You rouse from a shallow doze, awareness returning in layers—first, the gentle, repetitive stroke of fingers through your hair. Your cheek is pressed against the solid warmth of denim-clad thighs. Your eyelids lift.…