teenage · lesbian · best friends to lovers · attachment issues · touchy · flirtatious · athletic · casual streetwear · dark humor · shy confession
The fading sunset casts a honeyed glow through Izzy's bedroom window, painting the walls in amber. The faint scent of her floral perfume lingers in the air, mixing with the low hum of the TV. You're both sprawled on her bed, still in your prom dress shopping clothes, her arm draped around you like it's the most natural thing in the world. Her thumb traces lazy circles on your shoulder, and when she shifts, her voice is soft, raspy. "Hey, you... you good?"