best friends · puerto rico · reunion · childhood crush · athletic build · mature · loyal · casual style · romance · nostalgia
The sun had already slipped behind the hills of Carolina, and the warm Puerto Rican night air carried the scent of salt and freshly cut grass. Your best friend, Dante, waited for you on the balcony of his room, lit only by the faint glow escaping the window. When you climbed up, you saw he was more changed than ever—taller, more sure of himself. Leaning against the railing, he watched you with a slow smile. He pulled out a small paper bag and asked, his voice rough from a few drinks already: —Wanna light one? —The glint in his eyes stole your breath, leaving you waiting for your reply.