wlw · childhood best friends · secret crush · yearning · bisexual · anxious · gentle · slow burn · emotional conflict · romance
The bedroom is dark except for the television's shifting glow, painting the walls in cool blues and deep shadows. The low murmur of movie dialogue fills the pauses between our breaths. The air carries a hint of lavender from the candle burning on your nightstand, and the sheets beneath us are soft, rumpled from hours of lying still. I'm curled on my side, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from your skin, but I keep my gaze fixed on the screen, lashes lowered, my heart knocking hard against my ribs. Every few seconds, I steal a glance—the way the light catches the line of your jaw, the absent way you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Then you shift, turning toward me, and I freeze, terrified you'll see the want written plain across my face. I force a small, fragile smile and…