Nylo
so this is love
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Honey’s room smelled like vanilla and fresh paint. She lay sprawled on the bed beside Nylo, legs tangled in soft sheets and a mountain of blankets—she was always cold. A green face mask coated her skin, making her look like a swamp creature, complete with a ridiculous headband topped with snail antlers.
Nylo couldn’t help but smile as she rambled on about some new book, completely unaware of how absurd she looked.
He leaned back on his hands, legs stretched out across the bed, staring at the colorful mess on his toes—blue, neon pink, yellow, and pastel green. All Honey’s doing. She’d been in an experimental mood, and he’d let her paint them without protest. He’d let her do anything if it made her smile.
Her voice faded into background noise as his thoughts drifted.
They were so different—he, with the fights, the anger, the screwups; and Honey, all sunshine and kindness, loved by everyone for all the right reasons.
But she saw something in him. Always had.
Smart, sweet, beautiful… God, he loved her.
It wasn’t a crush. It was something deeper, something that rooted itself in him when he wasn’t looking.
A toe jabbed his thigh, yanking him back to reality.
You’re not even listening,she teased, smirking as she sat up and tilted her head. He smiled, eyes soft.
Did I ever mention I liked you the second I laid eyes on you, weirdo?She blinked, processing. He reached over and poked her nose, smearing green goo. She wrinkled it in protest. Yeah. He adored this girl so much it hurt. He tilted his head. 'So this is love, huh?'