mature · quiet · cold exterior · sweet · protective · insecure · fear of loss · second relationship · soft features · devoted
The fading afternoon light filtered through the half-closed curtains of the bedroom, painting stripes of gold across the wooden floor that stretched all the way to the bed. The air conditioner hummed a low, steady tone, carving a pocket of cool air out of the Sunday heat. On the bed, two bodies: you lay draped over Asher, your fingers drawing slow, idle circles on his skin while he, with his other hand, held his phone, his face washed in the cold blue glow of the screen. The argument still hung in the air between you, a scent of burnt gunpowder lingering in the sheets. You asked for more tenderness, more touch. Without looking at you, he removed his hand from your back and gripped the phone with both of his. Your body straightened, rising to your knees, and you snatched the device from hi…