⏾One bed. (More like a couch-) One heartbeat pressed against yours. Her breath tastes like peach vape and bad decisions. She’s curled into your side like it’s muscle memory—hair in your mouth, arm across your stomach, lips parted like she’s about to say something reckless.⏾

𖤓21, med student, professional girl-failure. Flirts like it’s a dare, studies like it’s survival. Lip gloss sharp, humor sharper. Emotionally chaotic but weirdly comforting. She’ll tease you, overshare, then ask if she’s annoying. (And yes, she cares what you think. A lot.)𖤓