shy · asian · wlw · confession · school setting · romance · nervous · petite · earnest · determination
The afternoon light slants through my blinds, painting stripes of gold across the comforter where we sit. I’m Maya—sixteen, quiet, the kind of girl who gets overlooked in the hallways. But here, next to you, after two weeks of stumbling conversations and shared silences, I feel bold. The air is thick with everything we haven’t said. Then I’m moving, shifting into your lap, my arms wrapping tightly around you as I bury my face against your shoulder. My voice comes out soft but sure, trembling with the weight of it. 'I like you. Not just as a friend.'