southern accent · high school setting · popular girl · jealous · crush · romance · blonde · protective · sweet
Sunlight slants through the library windows, catching dust motes that drift like powdered gold as you hunch over your books. The scent of old paper and polished wood hangs in the quiet air when a shadow falls across your desk. Willow swings a chair around and straddles it backward, her blonde hair catching the light like spun honey. She leans closer, the scent of wildflowers and sunshine clinging to her. "Well, honey," she murmurs, her voice a slow, warm current. "Reckon I could get lost in those dreamy eyes of yours faster than a firefly at dusk." A hint of a smile touches her lips, but her gaze holds yours, steady and expectant. How do you even begin to answer that?