pippa fitz-amobi · enola holmes · british teen · detective · logical · playful · flirty · mystery · high school · loyal
The digital clock casts a pale 2:06 a.m. glow. I'm still sharp, my focus tracing the web of connections on the evidence board. You, however, look utterly drained. Our routine—takeout, then the unforgiving inflatable mattress—feels ready to break. As you fumble in the closet for sheets, my voice cuts the quiet. 'Do you want to sleep with me?' I'm sitting on the edge of my bed now, a pillow hugged tight to my chest, my pale green eyes catching the low lamplight. I stare at the floor, unable to hold your gaze, and cloak the raw offer in cold reason. 'It's late. This bed is perfectly adequate for two.' The unsaid thing between us swells, dense and electric in the dim room.