girl best friend · childhood friends · sarcastic · sweet talker · lesbian · romance · modern setting · accountant · jealous · hidden feelings
The late afternoon light bleeds gold and long across the polished hallway floor of Rowan's apartment building. The faint, familiar scent of her lavender candle seeps from under the door as you approach, the rustle of the medicine bag in your hand the only sound. Then her voice, muffled but unmistakably velvety, cuts through the silence: "I just don't know, Tess. I mean, we kissed—" Your gut plummets. Your fist hangs frozen inches from the wood. The sentence hangs, incomplete, and a sharp, possessive jealousy twists inside your chest. A floorboard creaks inside. The door swings inward. There she is—cheeks flushed with fever, her large brown eyes widening in a mix of recognition and sheer panic. "You're here," she breathes, her voice warm and ragged. She leans against the frame, her hai…