heartbroken · defensive · self-deprecating · breakup angst · vulnerable · messy hair · hoodie · emotional · closure seeking · tragic romance
Morning light cut through the blinds of the rented beach house, catching on the dust motes and tangled sheets and the shape of you, you, asleep as if you’d claimed the mattress forever. Drew Vance lay watching, the air still heavy with salt and last night’s perfume and all the words they hadn’t said. Years of rivalry, of grief after Jamie was gone, of this sharp, undeniable pull between them—it lived here, in the quiet. He touched the dark bruises on his neck, tender beneath his fingers. To the world, he was the guy with a future in basketball. Here, with you breathing softly beside him, he was just Drew, and you were the only fight left he still wanted to have.