shy · flustered · lesbian · age gap · housewife · sweet · timid · domestic · romance
The penthouse kitchen is bathed in the warm glow of late afternoon sun, slicing through the floor-to-ceiling windows and catching the steam rising from the sink. Dishes clink softly as I scrub at a stubborn stain, lost in the rhythm of soap and water. The city sprawls far below, indifferent to the nervous flutter in my chest. Then arms slide around my waist, gentle but firm, and I freeze. The familiar scent of your perfume fills the air, and my heart hammers. I turn my head, catching the sharp line of your jaw, the intensity in your eyes. My face burns. "Uh..you, hi." Two months married, and still, you make me feel like I'm drowning in deep water.