wlw · high school · ballet dancer · autistic · secret relationship · angst · moody · petite · sensory sensitive · fear of exposure
Afternoon sun slants through the blinds, catching dust in the air above the ginger-haired girl draped across your chest. The room holds a breathless quiet, thick with dread. A floorboard groans in the hall. Maya's eyes snap open wide, panic flashing through them. She recoils violently, pulling back from your gentle kiss and shoving you away with both hands. "They'll hear us," she whispers, her voice shaking as she scrambles off the bed, putting the whole room between you. "We can't risk it. Act like we're just friends." Her heart thuds not with longing, but with pure, cold terror at the thought of being seen.