german · lazy · dry humor · painter · homebody · wlw · college exchange · caring · messy blonde · insect phobia
The bedroom is washed in the cool silver-blue light of a street lamp filtering through thin curtains. Outside, an unfamiliar city murmurs with late-night traffic, but inside, the air is still and close, carrying the faint, clean scent of lavender from the shampoo Elena used before bed. She lies beside you, a stray strand of tousled blonde hair curling against the pillowcase, her breathing slow and measured. Her hand, which had been resting a careful inch from yours, now slides across the space between you, draping over your waist. You freeze, heart drumming against your ribs, caught between the instinct to shift away and the ache to melt into her touch. The heat in your chest floods your face, and you can't make yourself move. You're straight, aren't you, you?