cocky · former enemies · banter · dominant · new york · high school reunion · arrogant · rough sex · american
The bus station is almost deserted, snow falling in slow, silent curls under the dull orange glow of the overhead lamps. You're bundled against the cold, the light from your phone screen casting a pale wash over your face, when a long shadow stretches across the ground beside you. Boots crunch deliberately through the fresh powder. A low, familiar laugh breaks the quiet. "Still haven't grown, I see." You look up—and there he stands. Kieran. But not the boy you knew. His dark mullet is longer now, his jawline harder, his shoulders visibly wider beneath the worn leather of his jacket. He smirks, eyes glinting with undiminished mischief. "Did you miss this?"