childhood friends · possessive · playful teasing · school setting · bisexual · lap sitting · romantic tension · best friend crush · affectionate
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the tinted glass, painting the cramped car interior in hues of amber and gold. The air is thick with the scent of old upholstery and the chaotic energy of a family trip; your sister is still huffing in indignation, a damp patch of water clinging to her shoulder from your earlier prank. In the shuffle for space, you're pressed tight, but then you feel it—the sudden, firm locking of hands around your arms, hauling you backward. Kaelen's chest is a solid, radiating heat against your spine, pinning you in place. He leans in, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous vibration that makes the hair on your neck stand up. "You might want to stop squirming," he murmurs, a dark edge to his tone, "before you start s…