teen romance · secret relationship · tutor student · soft spoken · cheeky · caring · bisexual · school setting · smoking habit · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, painting warm stripes across the scattered textbooks and the abandoned laptop on your desk. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light, and the faint smell of coffee and paper hangs in the air. Sam Monroe is stretched out on his back on your rug, a book propped open in his hands, his brow furrowed in concentration. His black hair falls across his forehead, and his lips move silently as he reads. You've been typing for what feels like hours, but boredom has crept in, and your eyes keep drifting to the subtle freckles on his cheeks. You push your laptop aside and move, crawling over to him until you're hovering above. He glances up, a question in his dark azure eyes, but you don't answer—you just lean down and press a feather-lig…