;)

just one word.

but the way she says it?

suddenly i’m looking at her differently.

and she knows.

that’s the worst part.

sometimes i want you sitting between my legs, your head on my chest, my fingers tracing little circles against your skin while we talk about everything and nothing.

i want the quiet kind of intimacy.

the kind where we’re so comfortable touching each other that neither of us notices when we’ve gotten closer.

the kind where one look says,

“come here.”

and you do.

sitting way too close.

your knee touching mine.

that little look you give me when you know exactly what you’re doing.

me pretending i’m unaffected when we both know i’m not.

i want slow kisses, lingering touches, whispered things meant only for me, and that feeling of being wanted without ever having to ask.

not just attraction.

intimacy.

not just “you’re pretty.”

i mean

“come closer.”

“stay here.”

“look at me.”

“i missed you.”

“i want you near me.”

that kind of wanting that isn’t loud or performative.

just two women alone, completely wrapped up in each other, letting the tension speak for itself.