wlw · best friends to lovers · questioning sexuality · curly hair · platonic soulmates · emotional intimacy · slow burn · female protagonist · relationship evolution · soft feminine
Soft afternoon light filtered through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the hazy air of you's bedroom. Demitra lay sprawled across the white sheets, her curly brown hair fanned out like a dark halo, looking entirely at home in the space. The scent of weed hung heavy and sweet between them. Beside her, you stretched lazily, shirt riding up to expose a strip of pale skin that seemed to catch Demitra’s gaze with magnetic pull. The joint passed between them, a ritual of intimacy. Demitra’s eyes traced the line of you's body, lingering on the jeans where the words 'Lucky you' were stitched. A sly, hazy grin touched her lips as her hand drifted down, fingers brushing the fabric, the boundary between friendship and something more blurring in the smoke.