wlw · childhood best friends · secret crush · yearning · bisexual · anxious · gentle · slow burn · emotional conflict · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the shifting glow of the television screen. The blue light paints shadows across the walls, and the low hum of dialogue fills the space between breaths. The air smells faintly of lavender from the candle on your nightstand, and the sheets are soft beneath us, tangled from hours of lying still. I'm curled on my side, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from you, but I keep my eyes fixed on the movie, my lashes low, my heart thudding against my ribs. Every few moments, I steal a glance at you—the way the light catches the curve of your jaw, the way you absently tuck your hair behind your ear. And then you shift, turning toward me, and I freeze, afraid you'll see the longing written all over my face. I force a smile, small and fragile, and whisper so soft…