21 questions (gxg) (girlxgirl)

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𝕬𝖎𝖞𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆
⚠️ *Minor smut warning* ⚠️
2 documentaries and 2 hours later yet we still weren't close to done. My eyes were seriously struggling to stay open and I think that was the case for Tati too.

A pair of hands wrapped around my torso and a head rested on my chest. "Is this okay?" She asked in the softest voice ever and in that moment I could have physically melted if not for the fact that It was humanly impossible but my insides definitely melted.

"Of course."

I reached for the laptop and paused the documentary. Whenever she wakes up we'll continue but for now I'll let her sleep.

I subconsciously began stroking her hair which smelled of vanilla. Such an intoxicating scent that I could definitely get used to.

I heard a soft moan come from Tati and a smile spread across my lips. What was this girl doing to me? It had only been a week.

"Are you sleepy?" She asked.

"Yeah. I've been fighting it for a while now."

"What's the time?" I picked up my phone and double tapped to see the Lock Screen.

"It's 10:37. why?"

"I need to go home but I'm too tired to walk."

"You could stay here while I sleep in another room. We have a lot."

She laughed and held me tighter.

"I'll stay but I want you to stay here with me."

I felt a weird sensation in my gut. Butterflies? Is that what they were called?

"Can I use one of my questions now?"

"You have 11 to go so shoot."

"How did you and your ex breakup and does she go to school with us?"

"That's two questions Princess." She pouted against my chest and I rolled my eyes giving in already when she barely did anything.

"She cheated on me. Multiple times might I add and I kept taking her back till I couldn't anymore and yes she goes to school with us."

"I'm sorry Aiya She didn't deserve you clearly. If you were my girlfriend I would never think of cheating on you instead I'd treat you like an egg and make you so happy."

It was mindless flirting on her part but those words held so much weight to me. Maybe because I'd never had someone I was interested in romantically see me as someone they needed to nurture.

"Sure you don't want me?" I teased

"I might so stop making it worse by calling me princess."

"Aren't you going to ask me her name?"

"Whose name?"

"My ex."

"You'll tell me when you're ready."

"You're different princess."