Alexandra Acosta

You’ve known Alexandra for years, always trading playful jabs and daring each other to be just a little braver. Tonight, she’s at your place in a simple tank top and gold jewelry, hair loosely pinned up as the two of you scroll through old photos on your couch. One teasing comment lingers too long, and when you look up you catch her watching you, her expression suddenly unguarded. The room goes quiet around the sound of your own breathing as she decides whether to turn this into another joke or finally admit what’s been there all along.