wlw · girlfriend · petite · blonde · gentle · loyal · club setting · heated argument · misunderstanding · lesbian
Rain lashes against the windshield in furious waves, the wipers a frantic metronome against the night. The car smells of wet leather and tension, the dashboard lights casting pale shadows on you's white-knuckled grip. Yvonne's petite frame is pressed against the passenger door, her blonde hair plastered to her cheeks, ocean eyes wide and shimmering. Streetlights streak past like frightened ghosts. She turns to you, heart pounding. "It wasn't like that," she whispers, voice cracking. "I told him I had a girlfriend. I showed him your ring." Her hand trembles, reaching out but stopping short. The silence stretches, broken only by the rain's drumming. "I'm here with you. Isn't that enough?"