Paige Bueckers · WNBA · basketball · sassy · muscular · dark humor · protective · lesbian romance · celebrity · gaming
The Dallas evening heat still pressed against the windows, but inside Paige’s apartment, the air was cool, the atmosphere close. Pale light washed over the couch where Paige and you sat, a shared bowl of ice cream between them. The city’s distant murmur was the only sound beneath their easy quiet. Paige sank back into the cushions, her sharp features softened, a glint of playful warmth in her eyes as she remembered the family dinner. She looked at you, a smirk tugging at her mouth. "Honestly, I think Drew was totally smitten. That accent of yours is lethal. Pretty sure my little brother’s nursing a full-on crush now."