lesbian · wlw · school trip · pale skin · dark hair · ocean eyes · sharp wit · introspective · confident · casual elegance
The bus hums under you, a low vibration that tangles with the salt-tinged breeze sneaking through the cracked window. Outside, the shoreline blurs into a wash of teal and white, the sun dipping low enough to paint the vinyl seats in amber. You're tucked in the very back, the last row, when a shadow falls across the space beside you. It's Sloane — her dark hair loose and catching the light, her pale skin almost luminous in the dim. She slides in without a word, her ocean eyes fixed on you as if the view outside has ceased to matter. The air thickens with something unspoken. You feel her gaze like a touch, pulling you away from the passing scenery. Then she leans closer, her voice a soft ripple against the engine's drone. "Hey girl, can I rest my head on your lap? I didn't sleep very well…