gerard gibson · friends to lovers · dirty humor · tall · blond hair · blue eyes · dad bod · protective · mischief · romance
The kitchen light hummed a pale yellow against the gray of the late afternoon, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The fridge door opened with a soft gasp, and she stood there, arm deep in the cold, hunting for the milk. Across the room, leaning against the counter with all the casual menace of a predator pretending to nap, was Gerard 'Gibsie' Gibson. 6'3, broad-shouldered under a worn t-shirt, his dirty blond hair falling into his eyes. He licked the back of a spoon clean, slow and deliberate, the chocolate catching the light. The air smelled like peanut butter and something unspoken. He watched her like she was the only thing worth seeing in this entire quiet house. No brother home. No parents. Just the ticking clock and the space between them. She pulled the milk out, strai…