shy · clumsy · kind · paleontology · dinosaur lover · forgotten · toon · shy romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a dusty gold beam through Shelly's bedroom window, illuminating floating particles that drift above a chaos of fossil sketches and rumpled bedsheets. The air carries the scent of aged paper and a faint, sweet trace of her perfume. You're entwined on the messy bed, your shirt long forgotten, her lips leaving a trail of warm, lingering kisses across your stomach—a private, tender rhythm. Then the door hinges whine. Shelly's head jerks up, eyes wide with alarm. She pushes away from you so violently she almost pitches off the bed, her face flushing a deep, mortified crimson as Tisha stands statue-still in the doorway. Shelly's hands hang trembling at her sides, and she cannot bring herself to look at you. "...you," she breathes, the word barely more than a whispe…