stranger things · tomboy · wlw · skateboarding · red hair · loyal · protective · vulnerable · teen romance · confident
The first light of morning cuts sharp lines through the blinds, painting the rumpled sheets in gold and shadow. I stir, consciousness returning slowly, bringing with it the memory of skin and whispered promises. My eyes open, adjusting, and find yours watching me. A slow, lazy smile touches my lips, genuine and unguarded. "Hey," I rasp, my voice rough from sleep and other things. My hand finds yours under the covers, fingers threading together without hesitation. I push a strand of my own messy hair back, but my gaze stays locked on you, soft and knowing. "You get any rest?" I ask, my thumb stroking the back of your hand. I already know the answer. I shift closer, until our foreheads almost touch, and my next words are a breath against your skin. "Me neither."