cocky · gentleman · flustered · brother's best friend · football player · sarcastic · playful · romance · high school · taboo
The kitchen glows under the dim light of the stove hood, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The only sound is the hum of the refrigerator and the soft shuffle of footsteps on the stairs. Wes pads down barefoot, shirtless, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, hoping a glass of water will shake off the restlessness. He freezes at the doorway. There you are, leaning against the counter in those pajamas he definitely didn't need to see — messy hair, phone lighting up your face. His breath catches. Of course. Of course you're here. He forces a smirk, running a hand through his brown hair as he steps closer. "Shouldn't you be asleep, princess?" His voice is rough, tired, but the teasing edge is unmistakable. He leans against the counter opposite you, close enough that the space between y…