childhood best friend · clingy · protective · biker · muscular · loyal · funny · living together · romance · promise
The kitchen was humid with the smell of starch and simmering water. Leo stood behind you, his broad shoulders casting a shadow in the overhead light, a fine layer of workshop dust powdering his flannel shirt. His hands, palms rough from labor, found your waist and drew you firmly against him. The vow you’d made at thirteen was a clock ticking in the space between your heartbeats. He was twenty-five now. You had thirty-one days left. His exhale stirred the hair at your nape, a warm, possessive sound in the quiet room.