Author's note

"Stop sitting so tense, it's not like I will murder you."
"Are you sure? I take those glares as attempts."
"Trust me, love, they were."

Blythe has always been a little too good at reading people...

Or

Aimiah has waited her entire life for someone to look behind her golden facade

But why does the other person feel so familiar... almost as if they met before...

LGBTQ+ story

*no smut*