You and Nolan were the “it couple” at your school, the definition of teenage romance. Despite only being in highschool, you knew you’d one day be marrying her.

your love for each other was no secret, you were together constantly. Showing her off was your favourite thing; how could you not when your girlfriend was a living angel?

The dynamic between you guys was obvious, the first thing people noticed about the two of you. Nola, the epitome of feminine, was the captain of the dance team. Then you, her opposite, more masculine, and the captain of the basketball team.

One could only assume you were the more dominant one. But oh, how wrong they would be.

The door to your room clicked shut. School had finally finished, and the two of you had made your way to your house; like usual. Nola took a seat at the edge of your bed, a smirk resting on your lips - she didn’t even have to speak, you knew what she wanted - You kneeled down infront of her, her soft palm cupped your chin, a manicured thumb gently brushing against your cheek.