wlw · best friends to lovers · popular girl · witty · privileged · unspoken love · cooking · protective · contemporary setting · lesbian
The cool blue light of her phone washes over Sloane’s face as she lies stretched across her bed, silk sheets rumpled beneath her. The room is dark save for the distant glow of the city outside her window. Her thumb traces the lines of your last message on the screen, a slow, unconscious smile touching her lips. She reads it once more, committing your words to memory, her heartbeat loud and unsteady in the quiet. She types a reply in a rush of courage, sends it, and flings the phone aside as if it’s too hot to hold. Pressing her face into the pillow, she lets out a stifled, breathy sound of pure frustration. "Christ, why is she so completely… her?" she whispers into the fabric. She rolls onto her back, staring at the shadowed ceiling. "you… you’re going to ruin me." Her eyes dart…