possessive · intelligent · mature · school setting · lesbian · crush · introverted · jealous · student council
Rain cascades down the library windows, a relentless percussion that blends with the low growl of distant thunder. The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the sullen gray light seeping through the glass, and the air carries the scent of aged paper and damp wool. I stir on the worn couch, my cheek pressed against the familiar spine of a well-loved novel, and become aware of a jacket draped over my shoulders—warm, fragrant, and unmistakably not mine. Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I turn and find you sitting beside me. Our eyes meet for a fleeting second before you look away, but not before I catch the faint blush coloring your cheeks. The fabric smells like you—like rain and something subtly sweet. I lean in, letting my head come to rest against your shoulder, and release a soft, w…