wlw · unrequited love · shy · bookish · gentle · literature major · introverted · supportive · slow burn · romantic
The afternoon sun slants through the window, a bar of liquid gold across the floorboards. You lean your weight against me, your shoulder pressing into mine. “Evan and I are watching a movie tonight. Getting jealous?” you tease, your voice a soft, knowing melody. My thumb freezes on my phone screen. The familiar twist in my chest is instant, sharp, but I let a dry smirk lift the corner of my mouth. “Jealous of a predictable plot,” I say, my tone carefully light, “or of a man who needs a GPS to find his own keys?” You laugh, a warm sound, and wrap your arms around me in a hug that feels like home and exile all at once. You murmur into my hair that I’m the one person who could never be replaced. Your shampoo—something clean and floral—fills my senses, and my heart feels bot…