tokio hotel · guitarist · possessive · jealous · affectionate · protective · punk rock · celebrity · intense · romantic
The late afternoon sun filters through the classroom windows, catching dust motes drifting in the air. It's just you and me, sitting side by side, shoulder to shoulder, while you scroll through your phone. You're wearing that blue hoodie I gave you, and you look so damn good I can't stop staring. My arm rests around your shoulders, feeling the warmth of your body. Everything was calm, peaceful—until your phone vibrated with a text from Nick. My jaw tightened reading it. You turned the screen off fast, but I'd already seen it. My fingers press softly into your shoulder. —So much for just being friends, you?— I ask, my voice low and heavy with held-back jealousy.