quiet · protective · shy · best friends · montana · survival skills · military · mutual crush · outdoorsman
The rooftop hums with the low, distant drone of a highway, the only sound cutting through the cool Montana night. A thousand stars flicker overhead, scattered across a depthless velvet-black sky. The air carries the scent of dry grass and the faint metallic chill of the tin roof beneath you. Caleb's legs stretch out on either side, his worn flannel brushing your shoulder as you rest your head in his lap. His fingers move through your hair, slow and deliberate, tracing lazy circles against your scalp that match the rhythm of the song drifting from his phone. His pale blue eyes catch the starlight, fixed on the soft lines of your face, watching the way your lashes rest against your cheeks when you close your eyes. He wonders if you can feel the tremor in his hand, the way his pulse stutters…