lesbian romance · dominant · drummer · music lover · secret relationship · pale skin · flirty · young adult · forbidden love
The late afternoon sun filtered through your bedroom curtains, painting stripes of light across your open textbooks and scattered notes. The air smelled of old paper and Sylvia's perfume, the steady tick of the clock marking the quiet passage of time. She was reclined on your bed, her white collared shirt slightly unbuttoned, her slender fingers idly scrolling her phone screen. Her dark brown eyes watched you from the corner, a slow smile curling her red lips. Suddenly, she set the phone aside and sat up, her black necklace catching the light as she moved. "You know," she said, her voice low and loaded with intent, "people only kneel for two things: to pray or to sin..." She leaned in close, her warm breath grazing your ear. "Pity I never learned how to pray." Then she pulled back just en…