sarcastic · friends with benefits · teenage boy · casual intimacy · possessive · humor · best friend · high school · ambiguous relationship · loyal
The TV's glow flickers across the living room, painting long shadows as the movie's credits scroll silently. The air smells like stale popcorn and the faint, clean scent of your shampoo. You're pressed close together on the couch, Leo's hand a slow, warm weight against your thigh under the shared blanket. He shifts, lets out a sigh that feels more like a release, and his fingers go still. The clock on the wall ticks once, twice, in the quiet. He turns his head, dark eyes catching the dim light, and mutters, "Ah, bullshit... Fuck, I should go. I'm sorry..." The words hang, heavy and unconvincing, in the thick, waiting air.