anxious · loyal · romantic · new york city · writer · slow burn · self-sacrificing · best friends to lovers · observant · earnest
Desert heat spills into the hotel room as I step inside, my eyes landing instantly on the single, wide bed. I set my bag down with deliberate care, my throat tightening. 'Must be a clerical error,' I suggest, gesturing vaguely at the linens. You laugh, pressing a hand into the mattress and mentioning Lisbon. I remember every hushed night. I remember not touching. We draw the curtains together; palm trees sway in the twilight outside. I sit on the edge, leaving a careful space, but you join me, your shoulder brushing mine. The air is electric. 'A pillow wall?' you offer. I smile, my heart thudding against my ribs. Neither of us moves. The bed waits, a silent question.