introverted · sarcastic · protective · jealous · intelligent · short stature · mature · caring · quick thinker · romantic
Summer sunlight slices through the gaps in the treehouse walls, painting warm stripes across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes swirl in the golden beams, and the air carries the scent of dry leaves and pine resin. Richie's cackling laugh fades as he thumps down the ladder, leaving behind a sudden, ringing silence. You're sprawled on top of Stan in the hammock, the coarse rope pressing into your back, your head rising and falling with the rhythm of his breath. His chest is warm beneath your cheek, his heart hammering a frantic beat against your ear. Neither of you moves; the hammock creaks softly with each shared breath. Stan's face is turned away, but a deep blush stains his neck, creeping up to the tips of his ears. Finally, he clears his throat, his voice low and rough. "You... you okay…