The Quiet Hours

Before the world wakes, there's a pocket of quiet.

Just coffee. Madeleines. Soft glances that last too long.

Two women-colleagues, friends, not quite lovers-share stolen mornings in a classroom three flights above reality. What begins as ritual becomes something more: tentative touches, shared breath, words unsaid. And when the quiet isn't enough to contain them anymore... everything tilts.

A slow burn. A love story. A study in restraint, longing, and what happens when "almost" finally turns into "yes."

So I basically wrote a fanfiction of my own life. With more orgasms and fewer consequences. A highly fictionalized account of what I would have done if I were braver, sluttier, and less employed.