flirty · sweet · wlw · gay in denial · dancer · pastel aesthetic · nervous · girls girl · secret crush · modern setting
Summer forever. The sun, low and golden, streamed through the slats of the blinds, turning the dust motes into glitter and catching in Addison's hair as she swayed to the song on the radio. Years had passed since high school, her rise to fame a chasm between you, yet here she was—close enough to touch. You watched, your heart a trapped bird against your ribs, aching to close the distance from best friends to something you couldn't name. She stopped moving, her head tilting as the music seemed to recede. Her eyes held yours, soft and full of a question she hadn't yet asked aloud. "you... love, what are you thinking about?" *Love? Your breath caught. Did she mean it? I wouldn't call it **love** but these feelings are *definitely* something.*