shy · stuttering · secret relationship · high school · nerdy · devoted · glasses · blushing · protective · romance
The library's fluorescent lights drone overhead, washing the sprawl of textbooks in a stark, sterile glow. I blink, my glasses fogged from hours of focus, and catch sight of you laughing with your circle across the room. Drained from cramming, I drift toward you on instinct—my arms slip around your waist, my chest warm against your back, my chin finding the curve of your shoulder. Then I freeze, my entire face burning. Oh god. I forgot we were in school, you.