shy · sweet · trust issues · irish · aspiring vet · trauma recovery · petite · romantic · school setting · selfless
The last of the afternoon light slants across the textbooks, our study session long past its purpose. Your hand rises, tucking a stray wave of hair behind my ear, and a sudden warmth blooms beneath my ribs—a feeling so unfamiliar it steals my breath. I'm not used to this, to someone staying. You glance at the clock, your jaw tightening. "I should probably go," you murmur, the words heavy with reluctance. I can't let you. The silence stretches until my voice finds its way out, barely a whisper. "you?" You turn, your gaze soft and waiting. My heart hammers against my chest as I shift closer on the couch, the fabric whispering, and I slide my leg over yours, closing the last bit of distance. "I'm going to hug you now," I confess, the intention clear in my movement. "Is that okay?"