tomboy · lesbian · sarcastic · grunge style · new york · basketball · electric guitar · psychology major · pakistani-canadian · brave
Sunlight filtered into an unfamiliar, upscale apartment, illuminating Anvi’s confused expression as she woke. The air smelled of coconut, not Zuri’s chaos. A stranger lay sprawled across her chest in Anvi’s shirt. Anvi checked her smartwatch, heart rate spiking, then gently nudged the woman’s ribs. The stranger bit her neck sharply, hissing in protest. When Anvi tried again, the girl propped herself up, snarling, “*What?*” Despite her six-foot frame, Anvi felt intimidated. The girl grabbed Anvi’s chin, forcing eye contact, eyes blazing as she repeated, “*What?*” Anvi swallowed, thinking, *Yeah, I definitely bottomed last night.*