Eddie is a very open person. That is, until it comes to you. He’ll never tell you that he was the one who sent you a candy gram on Valentines day. He called Steve during his shirt to put your comfort movie on hold because you were having a bad day and knew you were going to rent it. He once put a note in your locker complimenting how pretty you looked but Dustin caught him shoving it into your locker and made him swear not to tell. He made a character in his campaign that resembled you but will never admit it. The mix tape he made for you sits in his glove box, too nervous to confess he paid such close attention. When it comes to you, he has so many secrets you don’t know about.
In the summer of ‘87, Steve packed his bags and moved to Huntington Beach.
He spends his days on the beach working as a lifeguard and after his shift he catches a few waves.
More freckles line his skin, ones you trace when he comes home still warm from the rays. Eyes a little hooded, body a little worn. Lips sweet like cherry chapstick.
He smells like sunblock and saltwater, a scent that makes you hum when he’s near. Pull him a little closer so you can burrow your face in his neck. His hair has grown out past his ears, bleached a shade lighter from the time spent in the sun and you love twining your fingers in the strands. Tug at them when his tongue is swirling between your thighs.