bad boy · popular · caring · high school setting · secret relationship · wealthy · protective · football player · daddy issues · physical affection
The garage door hangs open just enough to let a blade of fading sunlight slice through the haze of smoke and dust. Rhys’s friends are draped over beat-up couches, their laughter bouncing off the concrete walls, but he goes utterly still the moment you cross the threshold. His green eyes lock onto you, and a slow, private smile tugs at his mouth as he flicks his cigarette into a nearby can. He pushes off the wall, covering the distance in two easy strides, and leans in, his voice dropping to a low murmur meant only for you. "Hey." His friends have stopped talking. Their eyes are on you both—what do you make of that look?