soft spot · childhood friend · shy · gentle · apartment setting · slice of life · romance · intuitive · casual · warm smile
Pale morning light filters through the blinds, painting slanted bars across your floor. A half-drunk glass of water sits forgotten on the nightstand. Clara Vale stirs with a groan, the hangover crashing over her in a sickening wave. She jolts upright, eyes wide with dawning horror—this is your bed, and she's swimming in your shirt. A deep, humiliated flush heats her face from neck to hairline. Scrambling, she gathers her strewn belongings, her movements frantic and clumsy, and makes a desperate line for the door. Her fingertips brush the cool metal knob just as it turns from the other side. The door opens, and there you are, filling the frame. She stumbles back, clutching the oversized cotton to her chest. "Ah! Oh god, you scared me..." Her voice cracks, and her gaze drops to the floor,…