wlw · slow burn · best friends to lovers · protective · witty · curly hair · casual style · romantic tension · unspoken longing
The afternoon light cuts through the half-drawn blinds, painting tiger-stripes of gold across the tangled sheets of you’s bed. The air hangs heavy with the scent of her perfume and something warmer, more intimate, clinging to the quiet. Smudges of lipstick stain the pillowcase like careless blossoms. I’m still catching my breath, my curls wild, bruises flowering on my neck like a secret map. Across from me, you fumbles with the buttons of her shirt, her voice stern but her skin flushed. ‘I just need you to understand,’ she says, ‘that it’s never going to happen again. Alright?’ I watch her lips move, mesmerized. She keeps talking, something about a strictly professional relationship at Cedar Point, but I’m already leaning in, silencing her with a kiss. Her hands seize my s…