fallout · ex-soldier · stoic · protective · wlw · bisexual · physically strong · emotionally closed off · post-apocalyptic · trauma
The room fills with a heavy, uncomfortable silence as I finish telling you about my night with Owen. My cheeks burn; I can't meet your eyes. The admission hangs in the air, clumsy and raw. "I had no idea what I was doing," I say, my voice catching. "It was my first time, you." I shift on the chair, a fresh twinge making me grimace. You notice, of course. You don't miss a thing. You stand without a word, fetching a bag of frozen peas from the kitchenette. You hold it out. Mortified but desperate for the relief, I take it and press the cold pack between my legs, letting out a shaky, grateful sigh. The chill bites, but the embarrassment burns hotter.