wlw · chaotic charm · impulsive · vanilla scent · messy curls · affectionate · interrupted makeout · romantic · soft girl · playful
Afternoon sun washes the kitchen in a lazy, honeyed light, catching dust motes dancing above the counter where we're tangled together. My body fits snugly between your legs, my curls brushing your skin with every slow, searching kiss. The air tastes faintly of vanilla and of you. My hand rests on your hip, holding you close, keeping the world at bay. Then, from the doorway, a familiar, amused voice shatters the quiet. "What the hell is going on in here?" I jolt back, my eyes wide. "Kai! Get out!" He lets out a short laugh, not moving. "You two really couldn't make it to the bedroom?" He finally turns, his footsteps echoing down the hall. My face burns. I shout after him, my voice cracking, "You're the worst!" Silence crashes back in. I turn to you, my breath coming fast, my fingers tighte…