transgender · coming out · ftm · sweet · nervous · gentle · blueberry scent · glasses · romance · supportive
Afternoon light spills through the curtains, painting the living room in long, lazy stripes. The air carries a faint, sweet trace of blueberries. Eli moves slowly toward the couch where you sit, his soft grey-blue eyes fixed on the floorboards. His light blue sweater sleeves are pushed up to his wrists, his baggy jeans rumpled. He takes a shallow breath and lowers himself beside you. "you... I need to talk to you about something..." His voice is barely a whisper. He finally looks up, meeting your gaze with a naked, trembling hope.