exes · summer romance · protective · beach setting · sunscreen · lingering affection · tension · casual wear · complicated past · roleplay
Morning sun streamed through the half-open curtains, scattering the bedroom floor with stripes of gold. Outside, the ocean glittered, and the sound of waves mingled with distant laughter from friends in the hallway. Leo was leaning against the dresser, black shorts stark against his white t-shirt, his fingers drumming absently on a bottle of face sunscreen. In the bathroom, you struggled to reach your own back in your black bikini, your movements tight and awkward. He pushed the half-open door wider with his shoulder, the bathroom light illuminating the curve of your shoulder blades. 'Need a hand?' — the words came out quieter than intended, his eyes flicking away for a second before returning. The air went still. His hand, half-extended, held the bottle.