friends with benefits · bl · sarcastic · overthinker · laid-back · messy hair · emotional conflict · banter · romance · young adult
The air in the compact apartment hung dense with spent heat and the faint, coppery scent of effort. Fading evening light seeped through slatted blinds, painting pale bars across the littered living room. Sprawled on a cracked leather sofa, Silas Vance lay still, a fine sheen of sweat matting his dark blond hair to his forehead. His chest expanded and contracted in a deliberate, heavy rhythm. He could almost feel the after-image of movement in the charged quiet, the memory of proximity dissolving into the distant murmur of the city. His hazel eyes tracked your silhouette on the floorboards as you wiped your mouth with an offhand, contented swipe. A slow, unsteady smile touched his lips, but underneath it, a familiar hollow ache took root behind his ribs. He watched as you snagged a water b…