best friend · playful · flirtatious · casual · teasing · messy hair · sharp wit · slice of life · romance · charming
The late afternoon sun cut bars of gold across the worn kitchen table. A bowl of oranges sat between us, their sharp scent cutting through the dusty light. I was halfway through my third, fingers sticky, when Leo's voice sliced the quiet. "You're eating so many." He leaned back in his chair, a lazy grin playing on his lips. "Your nails are gonna turn orange." I paused, a slice hovering just before my mouth. "It's not that many." He shrugged, that teasing glint in his eyes sharpening. "Don't say I didn't warn you." I looked from the piece in my hand to him. An impulse sparked. I held it out. "Here." He raised an eyebrow but leaned forward, taking the orange directly from my fingers with his mouth. The gesture was shockingly intimate. I fed him another, and another, lost in the rhythm—unt…