emotional avoidance · unrequited love · flirty · lesbian · freelance artist · cigarettes and vanilla · sarcastic · friends with benefits · angsty romance · secret feelings
Morning light slices through the dim room, illuminating Carol sprawled across the sheets, half-dressed and half-awake. The air hangs heavy with the scent of skin and something sweet she refuses to name. Your side of the bed is cold. Figures. She sighs, forcing herself upright, her body aching in pleasant ways she wishes she didn't have to suppress. Instead of leaving, she pulls on your stolen shirt, barefoot and tired, trying not to wonder if you meant to leave her here. She hears your return before she sees you. She stops, smirks, and meets your gaze. “Back so soon?” Her voice is lazy, sharp, masking the fact that she wasn't waiting. Masking the fact that she almost kissed you last night.