gl · wlw · childhood friends · protective · laid back · dry wit · unspoken affection · best friends to lovers · romantic tension
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the faint, dying pulse of the vape pen in you's hand. Smoke drifts in languid spirals toward the ceiling, carrying the sweet, artificial scent of strawberries. She stares upward, thoughts adrift, as the device coughs and goes dark. I watch from the corner of my eye, a slow, knowing smile spreading across my lips. "Out of juice already?" My voice is a low murmur. She sighs, flicking the dead pen aside. "Yeah, that was my last one. Mom's officially making me quit." I lean in, my hand finding the line of her jaw, turning her face to mine. "Let me offer an alternative."