Mental Picture Portrait•SFA

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Bridget was breathless when she saw Lynx come out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body and her pale skin slightly red and glistening from water droplets. Her hair was damp and curly resting against her cheeks and Bridget was mesmerized. She frowned when she saw light purple bruises and scars along her arms but either way she was beautiful.

"Stop staring at me," Lynx blushed and Bridget quickly looked away feeling her cheeks flush.

"I know I have some scars and bruises, but still, it's not that bad that you stare," Lynx pouted and Bridget was confused as to why Lynx automatically assumed the worst.

"No. That's not why I was staring," Bridget admitted getting off the bed, and walking towards Lynx. Lynx felt her heartbeat increasing and her breathing getting shallow as Bridget stood directly in front of her and brushed her damp hair away from her cheeks.

"You're beautiful Lynx," Bridget looked away from Lynx, her cheeks heating. Lynx could feel herself going red, and was desperately trying to control the urge to smile.

"So are you," Lynx mumbled, wanting to lean up and kiss Bridget. She didn't though, she didn't want to make Bridget feel uncomfortable.

They just stared at each other for a few seconds. The silence between them was not uncomfortable it was soothing. Wanting to be as close to Bridget as possible, Lynx wrapped one arm around Bridget's waist, and Bridget stumbled back a bit before putting her hands on Lynx's hips.

"I love you," Lynx breathed in her collarbone, randomly and Bridget smiled, nuzzling her face in Lynx's damp hair which smelt strongly of strawberries.

"I love you." Bridget mumbled, and she knew there was no way she could mean the words more.

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Just so you know lynx as short af. So she only comes to around Bridget's chest. Making her stand on tiptoe when the hug so her face is near her collar bones.
I also have no idea how Tall Bridget is. If you know tell me.
Double update cuz I died yesterday.