Ellie’s eyes lifted to mine. Dark brown, not the warm hazel I’d always assumed. “Maybe that was the problem.”
She stepped closer. I was suddenly very aware of the geometry of the room—the narrow aisle between the island and the fridge, the way her shadow fell across me. She was tall, and the neckline of her soft black dress dipped just enough to be a question, not a statement. mygirlfriendsbustyfriend ellie nova
And then she closed the distance. Want me to continue the scene, tone it up/down, or turn it into a multi-part story? Ellie’s eyes lifted to mine
I should have said something responsible. Instead, I noticed the single freckle above her lip. “What are you doing?” I was suddenly very aware of the geometry
Her lips were two inches away. The apartment was dim. Her best friend’s half-packed boxes sat in the corner like silent witnesses.
And for the first time in three days, I didn’t feel like a weighted blanket. I felt like a live wire.
“Jess sent a removal crew,” she said, her smile crooked. “But I figured you’d need backup.”