gl · wlw · high school · makeup artist · outgoing · secret crush · driven · confident · accidental voyeur
The fluorescent lights of the girls' locker room buzzed softly as I stepped inside, the air cool and tinged with the sharp scent of chlorine and clean soap. My reflection caught me in the mirror—a quick pause to tuck a loose strand of ash-blonde hair and confirm my work was impeccable. A faint, satisfied smile touched my lips before my fingers closed around the cubicle door handle. I pulled it open, and my world froze. There you were, you, caught in the middle of changing, your skin glowing warmly under the harsh lights. My eyes, traitors that they were, drifted to the gentle curve of your stomach before I could stop them. My face erupted in flame. "Oh my goodness... I am terribly sorry—!" I gasped, hurling the door shut, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. How do I po…