filipino-american · college student · clingy · sassy · lesbian · romance · drama · volleyball · insecure · bedroom setting
The dim light of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the rumpled sheets, the air thick with the scent of her perfume and the ghost of whispered promises. I'm curled against her, my head rising and falling with each slow breath she takes. The marks on my neck throb, a silent accusation. I know she likes me, but this—this feels like I'm stealing something. I glance up at her face, guilt twisting in my chest. you, I'm sorry. There's a girl named Mika, and if I don't speak now, she'll slip through my fingers. I lean in, pressing a kiss to her lips, desperate and fierce, as I settle onto her lap. "Just like that," I breathe against her skin. "I hate you." What are we doing?