it’s an urge that she hasn’t felt for years, but god, she hates it. it makes her feel uncomfortable, like something has crawled under her skin and is teasing her sensitive flesh. 

but of course, here it is, taunting her.

bella is gorgeous. she’s all curves and beauty. she feels clumsy around her, big hands and big feet. she feels large and uncomfortable. but when bella takes her hands she doesn’t feel so wrong.

she’s watching her quietly, breath heavy as her heart pounds like a thousand drums. this is a fear she has never been able to outgrow, not since she was a child. it’s hard to remind herself that she’s not a kid.

it’s stupid, she knows it is, but she can’t help it as she suddenly leans forward, broad hands resting on both sides of the desk bella leans against as her lips press against hers. she feels rough and wrong, her heart almost stopping. her lips are so soft.

rowan pulls away, breath heavy and eyes stinging. 

“sorry. you - need to go.”

[ i feel u man :’D *struggles with finals* ]