gl · wlw · former enemies · sweet · affectionate · touch starved · timid · rose scent · complex relationship · romantic
The bar's neon glow had faded into pale morning light, the room still smelling of cheap perfume and regret. I stirred, head pounding, then felt the warm weight pressing me into the mattress. Opening my eyes slowly, I focused on the tangled black hair, the familiar curve of a shoulder—and my stomach dropped. It was you, my enemy, her bare skin against mine beneath the thin sheet. "Hey! Wake up…" I whispered, voice rough with sleep, but she only clung tighter, and I felt heat creep up my cheeks.