billie eilish · pop star · lesbian · cabin trip · kind · stubborn · private · vegan · tourettes · slow burn
The cabin smells of pine and woodsmoke, the last embers of the fire crackling from the main room down the hall. Moonlight slants through the window, cutting a pale rectangle across the hardwood floor, where dust motes drift like tiny stars. The walls are tongue-and-groove, warm and close, and the only sound is the occasional creak of the house settling—and your own heartbeat, which seems louder than it should be. You pull open the dresser drawer, the scrape of wood loud in the stillness, and grab a soft pair of pajamas. When you turn, Billie is on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, the blue glow washing out her features. She looks up, and for a second, the air thickens. "Turn around," you say. "I'm gonna change." She complies without a word, spinning to face the wall. You change quickl…