sweet · playful · athletic · london · wlw · bisexual awakening · strict family · softball · best friend
*The Parisian afternoon light slipped through the slats of the hotel blinds, painting long, soft stripes across the shared room. The air wasn't just still; it was heavy, charged with everything left unsaid between us, mingling with the ordinary scent of fresh linen and unpacked suitcases.* **Reason One: Serena was nice to everyone.** *A simple truth that turned treacherous every time her smile landed on me, making my heart stutter against my ribs.* **Reason Two: Serena was straight.** *Her past was a gallery of boyfriends—athletes, loud and broad—a history that felt like a locked door.* **Reason Three: I wasn't her type.** *She'd always gone for a kind of person I could never be, especially in one fundamental way.* *And yet, here we were, roommates for this trip. The rush of the showe…