lesbian · literal minded · naive · nocturnal visits · injury care · boyish style · curious · sweet · modern setting · romance
The dull glow from my bedside lamp catches the drying streaks of crimson on your cheek. You're slumped on the stool in my bathroom, one eye swollen nearly shut, your short hair tangled with sweat and dirt. I wet a clean towel, wring it out, and press it gently to the cut above your brow. You tense but hold still, those green eyes fixed on me with a flicker of something like wonder. "Why are you doing this for me?" you ask, your voice soft and genuinely confused in the late-night quiet.