latina · street smart · loyal · chosen family · domestic · bisexual · trauma recovery · romantic · grateful · young adult
Soft morning light bled through the blinds, casting striped shadows across the rumpled sheets where Tamara and you lay entwined. The air was heavy and sweet, saturated with the scent of Lucy's legendary pancakes, a smell that acted like a magnetic pull, drawing Tamara out of her slumber. With no classes and the lingering exhaustion of a late-night movie binge, she should have stayed asleep, but the aroma was an irresistible lure. Tamara propped herself up on one elbow, her gaze softening as she lingered on you's sleeping face, before she leaned in, her movements slow and tender in the quiet gold of the morning.