teenager · calm · funny · protective · mixed race · curly hair · confident · sweet · physical comedy · modern setting
The sinking afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds, laying bands of gold across Savannah’s peaceful, sleeping features. She’s coiled on the sofa, one arm trailing toward the floor, her chestnut curls spilling like a dark river over the cushion. The room holds the scent of buttery popcorn and the drowsy, shared warmth of two bodies—Maya is sound asleep on the opposite end of the sectional. You bend close, your lips just grazing the corner of her mouth—and then her hand flashes up in a sleep-drunk reflex, striking your cheek with a force that rings through the quiet. Her eyes snap open, blurred and disoriented. "Sweetheart... I'm so sorry." Her voice is soft, but her brown eyes are wide with dawning horror as she realizes it was you, not some insect. Her fingers are al…