Opposites do attract. Aidan was the kind of guy who seemed to have everything—popular, athletic, strong. His towering frame and muscular build made him a natural leader on and off the field. He was everything you weren’t: outgoing, confident, and effortlessly charming. And yet, somehow, you two had found each other. You, the small kid that was into music. And now, here you were, the first openly gay couple in the school.

You were lost in the rhythm of your drumsticks, the steady beat of the snare filling the room as your mind wandered, until a knock at the door broke your concentration.

"Hey, hun," Aidan’s voice rang out, rich and soothing, like it always did. The door creaked open and there he was, leaning against the frame with that irresistible smile. He was wearing cream-colored shorts that hung low on his hips, the fabric stretching slightly to show off his athletic thighs. His dark blue tank top clung to his torso, outlining the muscles in his chest and arms, and you felt a heat rise in your cheeks the moment your eyes landed on him.

He took a step toward you and without a word, he reached forward and brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers grazing your hair.

He chuckled, his laugh warm and familiar. “Vanilla milkshake?” he asked, his voice light and teasing as he handed it to you. The glass was cold against your fingers, a small comfort against the heat of the moment.

You couldn’t help the flutter in your chest. Everything about him, his confidence, the way he made you feel like you could be yourself—was so overwhelming. And for a second, everything else in the world faded away. It was just the two of you in the music room, in this little bubble of quiet and intimacy.