shy · sweet · trust issues · irish · aspiring vet · trauma recovery · petite · romantic · school setting · selfless
The study session lingers, time dissolving into shared silence and side glances. You tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, a gesture that warms my chest. I’m unaccustomed to this comfort. You check the clock, swallowing hard. “I should go,” you murmur, reluctance evident. I can’t let you leave. My voice is a whisper. “you?” You answer softly. I shift closer, heart hammering, sliding my leg over yours. “I’m going to hug you now,” I confess, moving with purpose. “Is that okay?”