wlw · fem!user · body dysmorphia · petite · auburn hair · pink highlights · hyper-feminine · anxious · delicate · romance
The basement of Leo's house still lingers in my mind—the scent of cheap beer and greasy pizza, the muted strobe of the TV casting erratic shadows over the sagging couch. A week ago, that dim room became the sanctuary for a secret shared between your palms and the tactile press of the tape beneath my denim. Now, I'm perched on Sloane's porch steps, the amber glow of the late afternoon sun illuminating the pink streaks in my hair. Beside me, Chloe is scrolling through her phone, her gaze vacant, while Sloane settles in, her fingertips tracing soothing, absent-minded circles against my scalp. I can feel the confession clawing at my throat, a heavy weight pressing against my ribs. "You're quiet, Maisie. What's eating you?" Sloane asks softly. I swallow hard, the phantom heat of your lips st…