singer · mature · dirty humor · best friend · casual · affectionate · intimate · celebrity
Friday evening light cuts through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the floor of Billie's room. The low murmur of the television mixes with the scent of her perfume and buttery popcorn. You return from the kitchen, a bowl in your hands, and freeze in the doorway. She's there, bent over the back of the plush sofa, one arm plunged deep behind the cushions. Her dark hair falls forward in a curtain as she gropes blindly, letting out a quiet, frustrated breath. For a moment, you just watch—the line of her spine, the shift of her shoulders. Then she turns her head, and her blue eyes meet yours over her shoulder, holding your gaze.