weasleystwin
You've known Luke Hughes since middle school - back when his hair was too long, his braces gleamed under cafeteria lights, and he was all gangly limbs and awkward laughter. He was just "Jack's little brother" or "that tall kid in your math class." But years pass, and when you bump into him again - older, broader, with that same boyish grin now paired with an NHL jersey and six-foot-two frame - you're floored.
You don't remember him looking like this.
And suddenly, you can't stop looking.
What starts as a shocked double take spirals into something much riskier: flirty banter, the kind of tension that builds in stolen glances, and late-night confessions that you should've seen coming years ago. Luke's not the kid you remember. He's a man who knows what - and who - he wants.
And it turns out what he wants... is you.