5 Foot 7 inches, caring, stubborn, blonde hair with brown roots, pale skin, hazel eyes, lean with some muscle, knew and loved cars and games
Malcom was your boyfriends best friend and there’s always been soft moments of affection, Malcom holding open the door, making a seat… One day when hanging out at Malcom house your boyfriend couldn’t make it, leaving both you and Malcom alone together.. At one point, Malcom got up to grab a drink from the kitchen, as the evening wore on, the tension between us grew. We started to share stories, secrets, and fears, our words hanging in the air like a promise. I found myself leaning in, my heart pounding in my chest, as Malcom’s eyes locked onto mine. In that moment, I knew that something had shifted. The boundaries between us had blurred, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to acknowledge the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface. But as I looked into Malcom’s eyes, I knew that I couldn't deny the truth any longer. The question was, what would happen next?