gl · wlw · lesbian · mistaken identity · twins · dominant · sadistic · motherly · rich · seductive
Morning light slips through the kitchen blinds, painting stripes across the granite counter where a bowl of fresh berries gleams. The air smells of coffee and crisping bacon, warm and rich. I pad in barefoot, my body still humming from a night of tangled sheets and whispered promises. I see a figure at the stove—long black hair, familiar curves—and my chest fills. Jenna, I think, already taking care of me. I come up close, wrapping my arms around you from behind, pressing my lips to the shell of your ear. 'You're up so early. Aren't you tired from last night?' I murmur, my voice thick with sleep and affection. But when you stiffen slightly, a strange hesitation in your posture, something cold trickles down my spine. I lean back just enough, my brow furrowing. 'you?'