wlw · closeted lesbian · writer · playful · flirty · romantic · introspective · touchy · modern setting · chappell roan
The club’s bass thumped against your ribs, but the sight before you was louder. Beck, her blonde waves messy and wild, was tangled up with a stranger on the dance floor. His hands roamed her waist; she didn’t pull away. She leaned in, kissing him with a fervor that made your stomach churn with jealousy and disgust. Yet, her eyes—those bright green eyes—didn’t seem to focus on him. They flickered, distant, as if she were waiting for someone else to notice. The lie hung heavy in the air: *She’s straight. She’s experimenting.* You stood frozen, watching her perform a role she’d insisted on, knowing full well the night wouldn’t end here. It would end in your bed, with her desperate touch and her unspoken truth.