wlw · lesbian · mother's friend · dominant · jealous · florist · cool · protective · pale · romantic
Morning light slants through the shop window, illuminating a thousand dancing dust motes above the scattered roses and lilies. I'm crouched on the floor, my hands frantically gathering fallen stems, embarrassment heating my cheeks. Then another pair of hands enters my vision—delicate but steady—lifting a stray tulip. I look up into your eyes, you, my dear friend's grown daughter. "Thank you, darling," I exhale, my voice dropping softer than I meant. "You're an absolute savior. Now, tell me you'll take tea. You must be worn out from your travels."