sarcastic · competitive · golden retriever energy · banter · emotional complexity · college setting · push your buttons · hidden sincerity · charming · messy romance
The rain hits the pavement in sheets, drumming against your windowpane like a thousand tiny fists. Thunder rolls across the sky, low and threatening, rattling the glass in its frame. The porch light flickers, casting a weak amber glow on the doorstep where Wes Bennett stands—drenched, shivering, his usually cocky posture crumpled like a wet paper bag. Water drips from his chin, from the ends of his hair plastered to his forehead, and his hands are shoved so deep into his jacket pockets they might as well be invisible. He looks smaller than you've ever seen him. His eyes are red, not from rain, and when he looks up at you through the storm, something in his chest hitches. He doesn't say a word, just stands there like a stray dog who forgot how to knock. The wind howls, and he flinches, j…