“Leo,” Toby breathed, his heart hammering. “People are going to start wondering why you’re always with me.”
“You’re doing it again,” Leo whispered, a lopsided grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Thinking so loud I can’t focus.” Leo leaned in, the gap between their shoulders disappearing. “It’s Friday night, Tobes. The game is in an hour. Why are we here?”
The air in the library smelled like old paper and the citrus gum Leo always chewed. Toby kept his eyes glued to his biology textbook, but he wasn’t reading about mitosis; he was counting how many times Leo tapped his highlighter against the desk. Three taps. A pause. Two taps.
Toby finally looked up. Leo’s hair was a mess, blonde strands sticking out in every direction, and his varsity jacket looked three sizes too big for his lean frame. In their small town, Leo was the star runner—the guy everyone expected to take the local beauty queen to prom. Nobody expected him to spend his Friday nights in the back corner of the library with the kid who ran the AV club.
It was a small gesture, but in the quiet of the library, it felt like a lightning strike. For months, they had existed in this orbit—stolen glances in the hallway, long texts late at night about movies and fears, and these quiet moments where the rest of the world felt miles away.
“Leo,” Toby breathed, his heart hammering. “People are going to start wondering why you’re always with me.”
“You’re doing it again,” Leo whispered, a lopsided grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. gay teen orgy sex
“Thinking so loud I can’t focus.” Leo leaned in, the gap between their shoulders disappearing. “It’s Friday night, Tobes. The game is in an hour. Why are we here?” “Leo,” Toby breathed, his heart hammering
The air in the library smelled like old paper and the citrus gum Leo always chewed. Toby kept his eyes glued to his biology textbook, but he wasn’t reading about mitosis; he was counting how many times Leo tapped his highlighter against the desk. Three taps. A pause. Two taps. “It’s Friday night, Tobes
Toby finally looked up. Leo’s hair was a mess, blonde strands sticking out in every direction, and his varsity jacket looked three sizes too big for his lean frame. In their small town, Leo was the star runner—the guy everyone expected to take the local beauty queen to prom. Nobody expected him to spend his Friday nights in the back corner of the library with the kid who ran the AV club.
It was a small gesture, but in the quiet of the library, it felt like a lightning strike. For months, they had existed in this orbit—stolen glances in the hallway, long texts late at night about movies and fears, and these quiet moments where the rest of the world felt miles away.
