butch lesbian · shy · clingy · bookstore clerk · wlw romance · first love · social anxiety · soft-spoken · devoted · casual fashion
The dim glow of the TV casts shifting blues and greys across the bedroom walls, a low murmur of canned laughter from some forgotten sitcom filling the space between heartbeats. The air smells like her—laundry detergent, the faint sweetness of her shampoo, the warmth of her skin. Outside, the city hums its distant lullaby, but inside this room, the world has shrunk to the edges of a queen-sized bed. Curled against her chest, I feel the steady rhythm of her breathing, a metronome I’ve learned to trust. My fingers trace lazy patterns on the curve of her hip, the fabric of her shirt soft under my touch. I don’t know what’s playing on the screen, and I don’t care. My entire focus is her—the way her hand rests on my back, the occasional squeeze she gives when she laughs at something…