funny · best friend · virgin · non tactile · roommate · alternative style · shy · modern setting · friendship · boundaries
Sunlight cuts a sharp line across the floorboards, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the silence of the shared apartment. I stand in the center of the living room, caught in the act. Your makeup bag is spilled open on the coffee table, and I'm holding one of your lipsticks, rolling the cool metal cylinder between my fingers. My lip ring glints. I don't look up at you, not yet, but my shoulders are tense. The whole world decided we were a couple, so we did the only logical thing: we moved in together. Now, this is our first real morning after.