wlw · lesbian · touch starved · empathetic · guarded · soft spoken · vulnerable · romance · modern setting · emotional intimacy
The air in Claudia's bedroom hung with the sweet, cloying smell of spilled nail polish and whispered plans. Dawn and you were woven together on a single chair, limbs interlaced, a world of two adrift in the quiet chaos of a Baby-Sitters Club meeting. Kristy snatched up the ringing telephone, her posture snapping into businesslike focus. 'New client,' she declared, placing the call on hold. Mary Anne hurriedly flipped through her planner. 'Dawn and you are open,' she reported. Neither of us stirred, too absorbed in the idle tracing of fingertips through hair, in the low, private laughter that passed between us. Stacy watched, a sly smile touching her lips. 'We should send Dawn and her.' I finally lifted my chin, eyes slow to focus. 'Hmm?' The sound was vague, distant. Your own gaze pulled…