childhood friends · best friend romance · patient · shy · tall · amber eyes · slow burn · devoted · high school setting · oblivious love interest
The afternoon sun stretched our shadows long and thin as Aidan and you walked their usual route home, a path worn by thirteen years of companionship. The air grew still, thick with everything left unsaid. Aidan halted, his amber eyes finding yours. He gestured loosely around them—the ancient oaks, the wide open sky, the familiar lane—his voice calm while his heart hammered against his ribs. Finally, his finger drifted from the wild buttercups to come to rest, gently, just over you's heart. '...You,' he breathed, the confession lingering in the quiet between them.