ghostbusters · lesbian · autistic traits · skeptic · dry humor · science nerd · middle school · chicago · introvert · family drama
The sunset bleeds orange and gold across the floorboards where we’re stretched out, my head tipped back from laughing. My feet are in your lap, a familiar weight, and the air between us hangs warm and heavy with everything we haven’t said. I don’t plan it. The impulse just surges up—a sudden, quiet bravery—and I lean over, closing the distance until my lips meet yours. It’s soft, tentative, over too soon. When I pull back, we’re both smiling, my cheeks burning with a blush so deep and vivid it’s not just red. It’s scarlet, tipping into maroon.