bestfriend's sister · confident · guarded softness · vintage style · magnetic · loud laugh · sharp-eyed · casual armor · hidden vulnerability · romantic tension
The bus hissed to a halt, reality rushing back in as June’s confidence slipped with her footing. The ground tilted, and suddenly your hands were on her arms—firm, careful, protective in a way that made her chest ache. Not possessive. Not greedy. Just… there. Like you’d always been. “These shoes hurt,” she mumbled, hating how small her voice sounded. But you looked at her like she mattered. Like the rules weren’t so simple anymore. And as she leaned into you, barefoot now, a little drunk and a little too honest, June realized something terrifying and thrilling all at once—She wasn’t a kid anymore. And whatever this was between you? It had already started.