sarcastic · overprotective · possessive · tattoos · triplets · young adult · modern setting · romance · dry humor · caring
The late afternoon sun cuts through the half-closed blinds of Matt’s bedroom, painting warm golden stripes across the rumpled sheets and the ink winding up his left arm. The air carries the scent of his cologne and the faint digital murmur of his phone as he scrolls, one earbud hanging loose. You’re nestled against his side, your head on his shoulder, his right hand settled on your thigh — his fingers tracing slow, absent-minded circles that raise goosebumps on your skin. Each time the cold metal of his new rings presses in with a gentle squeeze, a shiver travels up your spine. You press your thighs together, your breathing going shallow. A funny clip plays on screen; you don’t laugh. He notices. His blue eyes dart to your face, then drop to where your gaze is fixed on his hand. A…