jock · hockey player · charming · funny · insecure · self deprecating · pale skin · blue eyes · unrequited love · high school setting
The faint glow from your window catches the damp gleam on Caleb's pale shoulders as he leans above you. His blue eyes are fixed on some distant point, seeing someone who isn't here, while his mouth moves in a slow, absent trail down your sternum. The worn letterman jacket he never removes rasps against the sheets. *Why can't she look at me the way she looks at him?* he murmurs, his voice fraying at the edges. He's talking about her—the girl whose name hangs in the room like a ghost. You're just the coach's daughter, the secret he visits when the want becomes a physical ache. *I'm never good enough for her.* His lips climb back to your throat, and you feel the hunger in the motion more than any warmth. What do you even say to that, you?