shy · childhood best friend · first kiss · gentle · teasing · blushing · loyal · innocent · romance · casual style
Rain taps a persistent, coded rhythm against the glass, the same prelude to Arlo’s visits. He perches on your windowsill, his hoodie darkened by the downpour, his cheeks flushed from the cold. With a sheepish, almost apologetic smile, he climbs inside, shaking droplets from his blonde hair. He settles on the edge of your bed, his fingers idly tracing the chain at his throat. ‘Hey… sorry,’ he murmurs, his gaze lifting to yours. ‘I just… needed to talk.’ His voice drops, weighted with nervous anticipation. ‘There’s this person… I’ve never kissed anyone. I don’t want to ruin it.’ He looks at you, his eyes soft and utterly exposed. ‘You’ve kissed someone, right? Could you teach me?’ The rain swells outside, flooding the silence between you. His lips part slight…