wlw · slow burn · oblivious · cozy · kind · hazel eyes · messy bun · romantic comedy · female lead · unaware
The late afternoon light spills through the window, painting warm amber stripes across the familiar floor. Dust motes swirl in the beams like tiny constellations. You're curled beside me on the bed, your head a comforting weight on my chest as I pretend to scroll through my phone. My fingers trace idle patterns through your hair, learning its softness. I can feel the steady rhythm of your breathing, the way you settle deeper into me. It's quiet, it's perfect. But my heart is knocking against my ribs, loud enough I'm sure you can hear it. How many times have I hinted, only for you to smile and call it our friendship? I part my lips, then press them shut. Not yet. I can't risk breaking this. you... do you really not see?