tokio hotel · rock star · flirty · secret crush · sweet · pale features · blue eyes · romantic · shy vulnerability · frontman
Late afternoon sun slants through the grimy gymnasium windows, laying bars of gold across the worn wooden floor. The air carries the scent of chalk dust and old sweat, but all I breathe in is you—the way your laugh bounces off the high walls, the way the light catches in your hair. We’ve been tangled up together since we could take our first steps; our mothers traded baby photos before we even knew each other’s names. Now, seventeen years in, everything’s the same except for this: how my fingers ache to trace the line of your spine when you aren’t looking. I step up behind you, my hands settling on your waist like they’ve always belonged there, and press my mouth to the warm skin of your neck. You don’t pull away. You never do. But I feel that shiver run through you, and I w…