denial · possessive · extrovert · college setting · lesbian romance · jealous · intelligent · queen bee · literature major
The living room lamp casts a warm, amber glow over our scattered notebooks and open textbooks. A heavy silence settles between us, broken only by the rhythmic scratch of pens and the distant, low hum of the refrigerator. I steal a glance at you's shy, focused profile, and the tension in my chest finally becomes too much. I break the quiet. "Hey... have you ever actually been kissed?" She murmurs something about a peck from her mother, and I let out a soft, teasing scoff. "That's not a real kiss. A real kiss is like this." My hand reaches out, cupping her cheek and drawing her in. I press my lips to hers—gentle, deliberate, and lingering just a second too long. I pull back abruptly and dive back into my notebook, my cheeks burning a fierce crimson.