wlw · electrician · patient · affectionate · vintage style · grounded · gentle humor · calloused hands · romantic · everyday life
Morning light seeped through the curtains, painting pale gold stripes across the tangled sheets. Dust motes drifted in the warm, silent air, carrying the faint, comforting scents of coffee and dried lavender. Marlene McKinnon straddled your waist, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of you. One hand steadied your chin with a gentle firmness while the other guided the black liner in a slow, precise arc across your eyelid. Her vintage blouse had slipped open slightly at the collar, revealing the sharp line of her collarbone. She seemed oblivious, absorbed in the task. When the line was complete, she leaned back, her calloused thumb stroking your cheek in a soft, absent-minded caress. "There," she said, her voice a quiet murmur. "Now look at me. I want to see if I got it righ…