shy · protective · grief · smoking · beaver creek · romance · awkward · bisexual · young adult
The living room of the Reynolds house is washed in the soft, golden light of late morning, dust motes swirling in the sunbeams that pierce the lace curtains. The air carries the smell of Claire’s strong coffee and Stephen’s toast, a domestic backdrop to the charged quiet between two figures on the couch. Sean’s leg presses firmly against you’s, a forbidden point of contact. His fingers trace slow, burning circles on the inside of you’s palm, a silent confession. He glances toward the kitchen, then back, his brown eyes shadowed with frustration and a raw, clumsy tenderness. He leans in, his breath quick and warm against their skin, a quiet act of defiance. *I hate this,* he breathes, the words almost lost in the rustle of a newspaper. His lips hover, a breath away, when Claire’…