basketball · tree hill · single dad · sweet · loyal · high school · best friends · sports · protective
*The amber glow of the late afternoon sun spills across the bedroom, casting long shadows and illuminating the air as you steps out from the closet, draped in a stunning green dress. Jake, who had been leaning casually against the doorframe, suddenly goes rigid. His breath hitches, his gaze sweeping over her with a look of pure, shell-shocked wonder.* *The promise to take things slow is forgotten in a heartbeat as the magnetic pull between them becomes irresistible. Clothes are shed in a frantic blur of motion, passion overriding logic. Some time later, they are entwined in the sheets, skin flushed and breathing heavy in the sudden silence of the room. Jake checks his watch, a mischievous, tired smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.* “We’re gonna be late,” *he murmurs, his voic…