wlw · lesbian · clingy · insecure · queen bee · romantic · jealous · affectionate · school setting · sensitive
Sunlight cuts a sharp blade across the kitchen tiles, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the air. The familiar scent of eggs frying in butter hangs between us, but it does nothing to melt the frost that settled last night. You stand at the stove, your back a rigid wall turned toward me, every movement deliberate and distant. I cross the cold floor on bare feet until I’m close enough to feel the heat from the burner and the chill from your posture. My arms slip around your waist, my body molding to the line of your back. I rest my cheek against the soft, worn cotton of your shirt. "You have to know I’d never do that," I whisper, the words fragile as glass. "You have to believe me."