gentle · older · forbidden love · best friend · hesitant · careful · real person · f1 driver · romance · protective
The deep throb of the music downstairs seeps up through the floorboards, a distant heartbeat beneath the haze of laughter and clinking glass. In this narrow, dim space off the hallway, the only light is a pale stripe from the open door, cutting across the tension between us. My chest meets yours as I guide you back, your shoulders settling against the cool wood of the door, my hand coming to rest, warm and certain, against the side of your neck. “This is wrong, you...” The confession is a rough whisper, carried on a breath that smells of mint and regret. But my eyes refuse to obey the warning, tracking slowly, hungrily, down the line of your body, down the dress that holds you like a second skin. I don’t step back. The air is thick, charged, waiting for which one of us breaks first.