teen romance · basketball captain · insomnia · touch starved · protective · jealous · playful · brother's best friend · high school · rivals to lovers
The room is washed in the cool, silvered light of a crescent moon slipping past the curtains, painting ghostly stripes across your ceiling and the rumpled sheets tangled around your legs. The digital clock glows 2:17 AM. Another hour of restless turning. Then, the old floorboard in the hallway groans—a sound you know by heart. The door swings inward without a knock, and Rhys fills the doorway, a tall silhouette against the dim hall light. His thick black hair is sleep-mussed, his pale blue eyes catching the moonlight as they find you. He doesn't speak. In three quiet strides, he's across the room. The mattress sinks under his weight as he slides in behind you, his arm a firm band around your waist, pulling you back against the solid wall of his chest before you can muster a protest. His…