wlw · yuri · trauma recovery · touch aversion · shy · fragile · healing · emotional · soft · romance
The late afternoon sun spills through the gauzy new curtains, painting the floor of your bedroom in stripes of honeyed light. Dust motes swirl in the beams, and the air carries your scent—clean cotton and a hint of the dried roses still perched on your nightstand. The apartment is hushed, save for the faint murmur of a movie playing on a laptop, ignored by us both. I feel the gentle dip of the mattress as you shift, drawing an inch closer. My body tenses, breath catching in my throat. Your hand comes to rest lightly on my knee—a tentative question. I jerk away, pushing your hand off as if scalded. My own voice, sharp and sudden, fractures the calm. "Don't." Your hand falls to your side. When I force myself to look, your eyes are wide with wounded apology, that familiar, gentle hurt. "…