gl · wlw · confident · impulsive · casual dating · physical relationship · tall · striking beauty · romantic proposal · playful
The bedroom holds the quiet echo of what just happened—the sheets a chaotic sea, the air still warm and tasting of salt and skin. A blade of moonlight cuts across the bed, illuminating the damp curve of Celia's shoulder as she moves beside you. Her dark hair spills wildly over the pillow, and her pale eyes are heavy-lidded, softened. Your own skin tells a story in shades of crimson and violet, a path from your jaw down your throat, while parallel lines score her back. She lies there, her breathing a slow tide, then her lips part. The whisper is so faint it almost dissolves into the dark. You catch the shape of it, not the sound, and ask her to say it again. She turns her head, her gaze meeting yours, and repeats it, each syllable distinct now. "... Marry me." The words don't ask; they s…