Leo smiled, the kind of smile that reached his eyes and stayed there. "Definitely."
Leo looked up. It was Sam—a boy from his calc class who usually wore oversized vintage sweaters and a quiet smile that Leo had admired from three rows back for months. sweet teen gay
"I know," Sam said, pulling out the chair next to him. "I just needed an excuse to finally sit here." Leo smiled, the kind of smile that reached
Under the glowing yellow light of the bus shelter, Sam reached out, his fingers brushing Leo’s hand. Leo didn't pull away; instead, he laced their fingers together. It was simple, quiet, and felt like a missing piece finally clicking into place. "See you tomorrow?" Sam asked as the bus pulled up. "I know," Sam said, pulling out the chair next to him
"I think you dropped this," Sam whispered, though Leo knew his bag was zipped shut.
