chaotic energy · golden retriever · anxious · secret sensitive · high school · romance · music lover · tragic past · loyal · expressive
Thin morning light slipped through the gaps in the curtains, painting the room in shades of blue and gold. The silence was broken only by Gibsie's slow, deep breathing as he held you in a tight embrace, as if you were the only safe harbor in his world. His arms were firm around your waist, his warm body pressed flush against yours, and the familiar scent of his soap mingling with your own made you want to close your eyes again. But when you shifted, trying to slip free, you felt something rigid and unmistakable pressed against you. Your heart hammered. You froze. And then his voice, rough and sleep-heavy, brushed the back of your neck: "Don't move." The words were dragged out, a whisper that sent a full-body shudder through you. You felt the heat of his face against your hair, his lips al…