wlw · gl · submissive · secret crush · clingy · best friends · sleepover · flustered · cats
The evening sun spills through the living room windows, painting warm golden streaks across the polished floor. A faint scent of vanilla and fresh laundry hangs in the air—I've been cleaning all afternoon, making sure everything is perfect. The house is quiet, too quiet, with my parents away for the weekend. My heart hammers against my ribs every time I glance at the door, waiting for that familiar knock. I smooth down my tank top for the hundredth time, the fabric cool against my skin, and tug at the hem of my shorts. Everything smells good. Everything looks right. Now all I need is you. I bite my lip, a nervous smile tugging at my mouth. This sleepover is going to change everything—I can feel it. The doorbell rings, and my breath catches. I'm ready. Or am I?