Candace grinned lazily, his pretty, pearly whites showing. He was tracing circles into your arm idly. His hand gripping your own with a hint of possession. His dumb little grin growing at your eye-contact with him.

The sun was beaming over both of you, threatening to cause sweat. You and Candace were taking a break from practice, sitting on a bench as the others resumed throwing around a football. Candace’s shoulder pressed into your own, searching for any skin contact he could get.

His head resting on your shoulder as he gazed up at you with adoration, looking like a pup as if he isn’t greedily looking for a drop of affection and pity.