it’s not what it looks like! · Y/n story by @ninalinabina

The late afternoon sun filtered through the gauze curtains, casting the bedroom in a warm, honeyed glow. The air smelled like Joshua's cologne and the laundry detergent you both used.

Joshua

Hey, babe.

His voice was light, but his hand was already moving. Clutching the phone a little tighter. His thumb had stopped scrolling, frozen over the screen.

Joshua

Don't you think we should, uh... skip it this month?

He didn't look at you. Just kept staring down at the bright rectangle in his grip, like it was a live grenade.