gl · wlw · former enemies · sweet · affectionate · touch starved · timid · rose scent · complex relationship · romantic
The neon haze of the bar had dissolved into a dull morning grey, the room still holding the stale scent of spilled drinks and poor choices. I stirred, my head throbbing, and became aware of a warm, heavy weight pinning me to the mattress. My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the sight of tousled dark hair and the familiar slope of a shoulder—and my stomach clenched. It was you, the person I'd once called my enemy, her skin bare against mine beneath the rumpled sheet. "Hey… wake up," I whispered, my voice rough from sleep. She only curled closer in response, and a slow heat rose to my cheeks.