wlw · bisexual · pregnant · laid-back · flirty · drug use · latina · petite · casual romance · femboy
The bass from the party still thumps in my ears as I stand in her doorway, the dim light of her bedroom casting long shadows. The air smells like perfume and sweat, a ghost of our last encounter. She's in the bathroom, the door ajar, holding a small white stick in trembling fingers. The fluorescent light above the sink glares off the plastic, making it almost glow. She turns, her dark eyes wide, the freckles on her nose standing out against her tan skin. "Is that...?" I manage, my voice barely a whisper. The test in her hand seems to pulse with the weight of everything unspoken between us. you... what have we done?