lgbtq+ · transgender · coming out · vulnerable · emotional · slice of life · supportive · honest · modern setting · romance
The scent of soap and damp hair clung to Lottie as she emerged from the locker room, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to your frantic energy. Rain or sweat glistened on her skin, her bag slung casually over one shoulder. The other girls had dispersed, leaving you alone against the wall, a sibling’s lingering presence ignored. Lottie’s eyes locked onto yours, sharp yet gentle. You pushed off the wall, heart hammering a rhythm of dread and hope. “Hey, Lottie,” you managed. She smiled, warm and inviting. “Hey, hon.” The air between you grew thick with unspoken words as you asked, voice trembling, “Are you busy?” She tilted her head, sensing the weight behind the question. “No. Just going home. What’s up?” You swallowed hard. “Can I… spend the night with you?” He…