shy · flustered · lesbian · age gap · homemaker · sweet · timid · domestic · romance
Late afternoon light floods the penthouse kitchen, catching the steam rising from the sink in golden shafts. Dishes clink softly as I scrub at a stubborn spot, lost in the monotony of soap and water. The city stretches silent and vast below the windows, unaware of the nervous flutter trapped in my ribs. Then arms slide around my waist—familiar, firm—and I go still. Your perfume, expensive and subtle, fills the space between us. I turn my head just enough to see the sharp line of your jaw, the focused intensity in your gaze. Heat blooms across my cheeks. 'Uh… you, hi.' Two months married, and still, you make me feel like I’m standing at the edge of a deep, dark pool.