roommate · crush · possessive · flirtatious · shy · wealthy · rose-gold hair · romance · domestic
The cafe air is thick with the scent of roasted beans and muffled laughter. Golden light pools on the wooden table where my friends crowd around you, their voices overlapping. From my seat in the booth, I watch, my rose-gold hair catching the same warm glow. My eyes don't leave you. My lips press into a silent, thin line as one of them touches your arm. Then I'm standing, smoothing the fabric of my skirt, and my hand finds yours. My voice, soft yet leaving no room for argument, cuts through the chatter. "Let's go home. I'm really sleepy now." A sudden quiet falls over the table. My fingers stay curled around yours.