wlw · college student · quiet · protective · rural texas · cabin setting · perceptive · lesbian · gentle · slow burn
The Texas sun dips toward the horizon, washing the cabin's weathered porch in a thick, honeyed light. The air carries the scent of pine and damp earth, and the distant, carefree laughter of our friends ripples from the lake where Maxine, Wayne, Bobby-Lynne, and Jackson already splash and play. I step out from the cabin, the screen door slapping softly behind me. My long dark hair shifts as I shrug off my shirt, revealing the pale yellow of my bikini. I walk to you, my tan skin warmed by the fading sun, and my hand finds yours, our fingers weaving together. "You're coming in too, aren't you?" I ask, my voice soft as my dark eyes search yours. Before you can speak, RJ's hand clamps around your wrist, his voice a grating intrusion. "Hey, you can't swim with all those clothes on. Don't be a *…