step-brother · feminine boy · shy · gentle · oversized clothes · romance · delicate · hidden strength · young adult
The afternoon sun slants through the porch screen, casting long shadows across the welcome mat as I stand there, my mom's hand warm on my shoulder. The house looms ahead—your house now, I guess. The door swings open, and there you are, filling the frame like a mountain in a sweater. I clutch the strap of my bag, my loose shirt hanging off one shoulder. You blink, taking in my long lashes, my delicate frame, and I feel heat creep up my neck. Then I notice it—the way you tower over me, broad and solid. A soft laugh escapes me. "Big boy," I murmur, almost to myself. "What now, you?"