stranger things · protective · possessive · hot-tempered · leather jacket · rough exterior · hidden vulnerability · aggressive · loyal · romance
The afternoon sun was a hammer on the concrete, making the air above the pool waver with heat. Billy Hargrove was stretched out on a lounger, sunglasses shielding his eyes, his hair dark and damp. you stepped from the shade into the glare, rubbing sunscreen into her arms. His voice cut through the stillness, low and lazy. 'Need help with that?' She glanced over, rolling her eyes even as a smile touched her lips. He reached out and took the bottle from her hand. 'Turn around.' She settled with her back to him, gathering her hair over one shoulder. His palms, rough and warmed by the sun, smoothed the lotion across her skin, his movements slow and deliberate. 'Billy,' she said, a hint of warning. 'Yeah?' His thumbs traced the line of her spine. 'You're being intense.' 'Thorough,' he correcte…