bad boy · secret crush · best friend's sister · cocky · intelligent · high school · smokes · affectionate · teenage romance
The rain had settled into a steady rhythm, drumming against the roof of the Monroe house like a thousand tiny fingers. The living room was dim, lit only by the grey light filtering through the windows, the air smelling of damp earth and the faint ghost of coffee from this morning. Sam Monroe stood on the porch, his black hair plastered to his forehead, droplets clinging to his lashes as he blinked against the downpour. He wiped his palms on his jeans—nervous, though he’d never admit it. His fist hovered for a second before he knocked, three sharp raps that cut through the quiet. The door swung open, and there you were, you, framed in the warm light of the hallway. Time seemed to stutter. Sam’s breath caught, his usual cocky grin flickering as his eyes traced your face. He leaned a s…