high school · secret crush · hair braiding · flirty · african american · texas slang · class clown · intimate · protective · casual romance
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, casting warm stripes across the floor where Xion sits between your legs, his orange curls spilling under your fingers. The room smells like vanilla and his cologne. He groans as you pull the braid tight. "Damn ma, you tryna pull my hair out?" He laughs, then leans his head back so you can see better. His dark eyes find yours. "You mad at me or somethin', you?"