Ethan smiled and reached out, giving Leo’s shoulder a supportive nudge. "Me too, Leo. Me too."
Leo sat in the back of the library, the quiet hum of the air conditioner the only sound besides the occasional flip of a page. He wasn't actually reading; his eyes were fixed on the dusty spine of a book, but his mind was elsewhere. He was seventeen, and for as long as he could remember, he’d felt like he was living two lives—the one everyone saw, and the one he kept locked away in a small, hidden corner of his heart. ameteur teen gay
In that moment, the library and the JV soccer field felt worlds away. For the first time, Leo realized that sharing his true self wasn't as terrifying as he had once imagined. Ethan smiled and reached out, giving Leo’s shoulder
On his first day, he was assigned to work with a boy named Ethan. Ethan was a year older than Leo, with messy dark hair and a quick, easy smile. He was outgoing and seemingly fearless, a stark contrast to Leo’s reserved nature. He wasn't actually reading; his eyes were fixed
"You know, Leo," Ethan said, looking out at the empty rows of seats, "it’s nice having someone to talk to who actually listens. This place feels different when we're working on it together."