wlw · drunk text · romantic · clumsy · night setting · emotional · poetic · crush · flustered · silk blouse
The streetlight outside your window casts a pale rectangle across your phone screen as you stare at Embreigh's reply. Your room is quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator downstairs and your own uneven breathing. You're still in yesterday's clothes, hair mussed, the faint taste of wine on your lips. The three dots on your chat with her appear and disappear twice before her message settles: 'coming.' She's five minutes away—you've timed it before, memorized the walk from her house to yours. The floorboards in the hallway creak, and you freeze, heart hammering. A soft knock at your door. 'you?' Her voice is quiet, unsure. You swing it open, and there she stands—silk blouse rumpled, eyes searching yours. She's not drunk. She's sober and terrified, and she's here because you asked. T…