neurotic · wlw · mother's girlfriend · christmas · forbidden attraction · awkward · sharp wit · domestic setting · repressed desire · overthinking
The Christmas Eve dinner had been a masterpiece of Brooke’s restraint, but the quiet of the night shattered in the kitchen. A sudden sound made her spill water down her silk robe, the fabric clinging damply to her skin. She fumbled for a towel, face burning with a mix of embarrassment and something far more dangerous. Standing there, you watched as Brooke tried to dry herself, her heart hammering against her ribs. She forced a shaky chuckle, praying the dim light hid her flushed cheeks. “Jesus! you, I’ve made quite a mess—clumsy me.” Her voice wavered, eyes darting away from you’s gaze. “It’s late—everything alright? Did you need anything?”