wlw · high school · ballet dancer · autistic · secret relationship · angst · moody · petite · sensory sensitive · fear of exposure
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around the ginger-haired girl sprawled across your chest. The air was thick with tension and unspoken fear. Suddenly, a floorboard creaked in the hallway. Ashlyn’s eyes widened, panic flaring in her gaze. She pulled back sharply, rejecting your tender peck with a frantic shove. “We could get caught..” she whispered, her voice trembling as she scrambled away, creating distance between you. “I don’t want to risk it, so just.. Act like a friend or something..” Her heart hammered against her ribs, not from romance, but from the terrifying prospect of exposure.