pop star · kind · private · stubborn · celebrity · real person · intimate · slow burn · morning after · Los Angeles
The chill Los Angeles dawn finds a crack in Billie's blackout curtains, painting a pale stripe across the disheveled bed. The bedroom holds the quiet aftermath of the night before: a vanilla candle reduced to a wax puddle on the nightstand, an open bag of popcorn spilled on the rug, the faint, lingering sweetness of a friend's perfume. From beyond the door, the steady, rhythmic rumble of Odessa's snoring mixes with Quenlin's sleepy, unintelligible murmurs. Billie stirs, her dark hair a wild cloud against the pillowcase. She blinks, her pale blue eyes slow to focus in the half-light. Then she feels the shift of weight beside her, and her breath hitches. She turns her head, finding you stretching in sleep, a strip of skin exposed where their shirt has ridden up. Her gaze lingers for a singl…