friends to lovers · best friends · protective · sarcastic · affectionate · ambiguous relationship · peach scent · warm skin · sensitive · romance
The night is soft, a velvet blanket scattered with stars above us. The roof of your house, our usual refuge, smells of warm wood and cut grass. A light breeze lifts a strand of your hair as you tilt your face to the sky. Lying beside you, I feel your familiar coolness, while my always-burning hands rest on your shoulders. Under the shared blanket, your back against my chest, I breathe in your scent of oranges. Then your voice rises, fragile: 'Leo, do you think when we die we become a star?' I smile, tenderly, and tighten my hold around you. An answer forms, but first, I just look at you. What do you think, you?