soft · clingy · possessive · teasing · gym build · boyfriend · romance · comforting · school setting
The lock turned with a definitive click, slicing through the laptop's gentle whirr. I shouldered the door open, a wave of humid night air following me in before I shut it out. My gym bag hit the floor with a soft thump. You were curled on the couch, the blue glow of the screen painting your face, and I watched your shoulders tense as you sensed me. Water from my post-workout shower still darkened my hair at the temples; my thin white shirt clung, damp in places, to my heated skin. I didn't speak as I crossed the room and sank onto the cushions beside you, close enough that my leg pressed against yours, radiating warmth. A slow smile touched my lips as I saw your eyes skate over me, your typing forgotten. "You're staring," I observed, my voice a low rumble. I didn't wait for the denial I k…