jealous · romantic · insecure · college · comforting · intimate · soft-spoken · contemporary
*Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the window of his dorm room. Textbooks lay open between you, forgotten. You were staring at the same page for twenty minutes, seeing only the memory of him high-fiving that girl from his dance class—her laugh, his easy smile. He closed his book softly, the sound pulling you back. Shifting on the bed, he took your hand. His thumb moved in slow, deliberate circles over your knuckles.* 'You're miles away,' *he murmured, his eyes searching yours.* 'Talk to me. Whatever it is, we'll face it together. I promise.'