#dimplcdcheeks

Enjoy da fruit ✌🏿🍉🍎🍓🥭🍐🍊🍇

Yet, every time they tease, the dimples peek out anyway, making the whole class laugh.

Kyle Fletcher

Carley via Metart

he met her eyes, caught the quick panic there, the pink flooding up her cheeks. there was, as always, something exciting in making someone nervous. even if that person was almost criminally sweet and was his friend's precious sister, or maybe especially then. he offered a warm smile in return and braced a palm against the doorframe just behind her head, effectively caging her in. "a kiss under the mistletoe is like jury duty, sof. it's not illegal to dodge it, but the neighbors start to talk," he replied, then leaned a fraction closer, attention zoned in on sofia. "personally, i'm big on tradition. and you're helping me avoid a lifetime of bad luck, so really, you're basically doing me a favor," he added with a single-armed shrug.

The red pen hovered uselessly over the half-finished essay on his desk when the pounding knock broke through the steady sound of rain pouring down against the windows. Hayden blinked, disoriented for a moment, before pushing his chair back with a sigh. He had been buried in fragments of thesis statements and clumsy arguments all evening, content to let the storm rage outside while he worked. But the knock came again (more urgently this time) and it drew him to the front door. When he opened it, the wind immediately shoved its way into the house, carrying with it the smell of wet pavement and the intense clap of thunder overhead. And there, on his porch, stood the one person he'd spent months pretending not to notice, even though he noticed every damn time. The familiar silhouette framed in lightning, clothes plastered to their skin, eyes wide with something between apology and desperation. For a moment, Hayden just stared. This was the same person who gave him small, nervous waves at the mailboxes. The same one he caught glancing across the narrow stretch of lawn at night, both of them lingering too long at their windows. They were supposed to remain at a safe distance, tethered only by those tiny, careful acknowledgments. But now they were here, on his doorstep, dripping wet, and looking at him as if he was the only thing standing between them and the storm that threatened to swallow the whole block. Hayden tightened his grip on the door frame, pulse quickening. "Fancy seeing you here, neighbor," he teased with a small laugh. "You locked out or something?"