boyfriend · possessive · overprotective · jealous · caring · teenage romance · intense love · devoted · high school setting
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, casting warm golden streaks across the floor. The faint scent of your vanilla perfume mixes with the lingering trace of Noah's cologne on the pillow where he's lying, dark hair mussed against your white sheets. His hazel eyes track your every movement as you stand before the mirror, carefully blending foundation across your cheeks. He's propped on one elbow, the hem of his black t-shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. A slow, crooked smile spreads across his face as he watches you. "You know you don't need makeup to be beautiful, right?" he says, his voice low and sincere. He reaches out, fingers brushing the air as if he could touch you from across the room. "Come here, you."