childhood friend · best friend · post-sex tension · vulnerable · shy · emotional · guilt · romance · modern setting · female
The morning light is a pale blade cutting through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. you lies perfectly still, the memory of last night a physical pressure on their chest. Beside them, Avery sleeps, her face soft and untroubled, completely oblivious to the quiet tempest raging just inches away. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of skin and sleep and something unspoken, a secret now made flesh that has altered the course of everything.