novemberflush13
Desire is ambient. It drips from sweat-slick forearms, slides down cola cans, and hides behind flippant remarks like "princess." May, with her sharp wit and simmering restraint, and Simon, with his careless charm and guarded tenderness, dance around the inevitable. Each moment they share-whether over stifled laughter in sunlit corridors or defiant whispers in stairwells-pulls them deeper into a web spun of proximity, memory, and impulse.
This is a story of near-confessions and emotional brinkmanship, of what it means to carry curiosity like a burden and attraction like a dare. At once intimate and uncertain, it invites you to listen to the quiet shift in breath between two people who might be pretending not to fall, yet slowly unraveling themselves to one another.