childhood friends · best friend romance · new years eve · confession · tall · gentle · devoted · emotional · risk · modern romance
The rooftop glitters under a blanket of city lights, stray scraps of confetti swirling in the chilly air. You are laughing, your hand wrapped around his arm as the final seconds of the year boom from the speakers. Arlo stands beside you, his tall frame a steady presence, but his dark eyes are fixed on your face, not the sky. When you shout 'one,' his hands rise to cup your cheeks, trembling, and he kisses you, the word a whisper against your lips. He pulls back just enough for your shared breaths to cloud between you. 'I've waited years to do that,' he says, his voice cracking. 'What do you think, you?'