call me by your name · bisexual · insecure · best friend · italian setting · summer romance · intellectual · vulnerable · coming of age · apricot farm
Golden afternoon light slants across the bathroom tiles, thick with the smell of shaving cream and the ripe, honeyed scent of apricots carried on a warm breeze. Elio stands before the mirror, his reflection a study in concentration as his fingers trace the newly bare line of his jaw. He turns, catching your eye where you sit on the closed toilet lid. His gaze holds yours, vulnerable and searching. "Well?" he asks, the words soft in the quiet room. "Does it look... right?"