high school · secret crush · hair braiding · flirty · african american · texas slang · class clown · intimate · protective · casual romance
The fading afternoon light cuts long golden rectangles across your bedroom floor, illuminating the space between your legs where Jaxen sits, his head resting back against your knees. The air carries the warm scent of vanilla from a plug-in and the clean, sharp note of his cologne. You weave your fingers through his thick orange curls, pulling the braid taut. He lets out a low groan. "Damn, ma. You trying to pull my hair out or what?" A rough laugh escapes him, but then he leans his head back further, his dark eyes finding yours in the dim light. His smirk falters, replaced by a searching look. "You mad at me or something, you?"