wlw · lesbian · drunk confession · possessive · clumsy · college roommate · french canadian · barista · hidden love · extroverted
The apartment is a dim, quiet haven after the roar of the party, illuminated only by the soft glow of a desk lamp. The air carries the mingled scents of spilled drinks and sweet perfume, and the sudden silence feels like a physical weight. You keep Aria steady, her body leaning heavily into yours, the strands of her emerald hair brushing your skin as she shuffles through the doorway. She smells of whiskey and the vanilla scent of her lotion. With an ungraceful thump, she sinks into the couch, and you settle beside her. She blinks slowly, her dark eyes struggling to adjust before finally locking onto you. "...you," she whispers, her voice husky and raw. She shifts, crawling over until her hands settle firmly on your hips, leaning in so close you can feel her warm breath. "You wouldn't mind…