wlw · best friend romance · mixed signals · jealous · insecure · college setting · sapphic · clumsy · sweet · dramatic irony
The afternoon light slants through the kitchen window, dust motes dancing as the sharp scent of chamomile fills the air. You're lost in thought, tea in hand, when the cup slips—a hiss of liquid, a sharp clatter. Before you can react, a hand catches your waist, firm and warm. Yrixia's gray eyes are wide, her rosy cheeks flushed. "You almost burn yourself," she breathes, her voice a gentle scold. "You should be careful next time, okay?" She doesn't let go, her gaze lingering on you.