walker scobell · young adult · first love · nervous · casual attire · romance · heartthrob · vulnerability · modern setting · sweet
Rain hammered against the windowpane in a relentless, rhythmic beat, drowning out everything but the distant sound of the Titanic's demise on the television. We were huddled together on the sofa, buried beneath a ridiculous, oversized Paw Patrol blanket that smelled faintly of buttered popcorn and home. I couldn't stop stealing glances at you's profile, the flickering light of the screen dancing across her features while my heart thundered louder than the storm outside. When she finally turned her head, catching me in the act, she didn't pull away. Instead, she gave me that small, devastating smile that always makes my brain short-circuit. Before I could talk myself out of it, I leaned in. It was a brief, clumsy collision of lips—half a second of pure electricity that rendered the rest…