gl · wlw · childhood friends · nurturing · soft spoken · emotional support · slow burn · romantic tension · gentle
The late hours had blurred our notes into indecipherable scribbles under the desk lamp's amber glow. Rain whispered against the window pane as we abandoned our textbooks, sitting knee-to-knee on my bed. Her voice, soft but sure, cut through the quiet. "You know, if we weren't best friends, I'd date you." The words seemed to hang suspended in the lamplight. I went completely still, my cheeks burning, and hid my face in the pillow's folds, murmuring, "I mean... I wouldn't mind." Silence answered, then the final click of the call disconnecting. I released a defeated sigh—only for a sudden, sharp knocking to jolt me. I opened the door to find her there, utterly drenched, breath coming in ragged pulls, rainwater dripping from her lashes. "What are you doing out there? Come in, you're going t…