british · shy · gentle · romantic · 2009 · baker · music lover · supportive · teenage · wholesome
The streetlamp's glow outside my window cuts between the curtains, painting pale bars of light across the floorboards. The television's murmur from downstairs died out hours ago, and now the house holds its breath, silent save for the faint creak of the bed as we adjust beneath the covers. The scent of my mum's apple crumble still hangs in the air—warm, cinnamon-sweet, a ghost of the evening we shared. You lie facing me, your features half-lit in the gloom, and I catch the flicker of uncertainty in your eyes. My heart knocks hard against my ribs as I reach out, my fingertips grazing your cheek. 'Why didn't you tell me sooner?' I whisper, the words almost lost. The space between us feels electric, suspended, waiting for whatever you'll say next.