SNOW ON THE BEACH 1.01 | querencia _______________________________
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"WHAT SHOULD I WEAR?" The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. Jackie's pacing was almost hypnotic, her bare feet brushing over the rug in a pattern of nervous loops. Her hands flitted to her hair, tugging at loose strands, and she stopped to glance at her reflection in the small mirror propped against her desk. "Black or pink?" she asked again, voice trembling with a mixture of uncertainty and determination.
Grace, still cocooned in the warmth of Jackie's bed, groaned softly. Her messy hair spilled across the pillow like spilled ink, framing a face that was half-hidden beneath the oversized sleeve of her, well no it might've been Jackie's hoodie. "Baby," she murmured, her voice laced with sleep, "you should come back to bed. It's four in the morning."
"I need to look good, Gracie," Jackie replied, tugging at the sleeves of her sweatshirt. "This is important."
"Yes, and I'll help you with whatever you need," Grace murmured, her tone affectionate but drowsy. "In a few hours, okay?"
Jackie stopped mid-step, letting out a long sigh of defeat. Her shoulders slumped as she turned back toward the bed, slipping under the blankets, her body seeking the comforting weight of Grace's presence as if pulled by an invisible tether. The moment she settled in, Grace shifted closer, her head finding its place over Jackie's heart. Her arms wrapped around Jackie's waist, pulling her close like a precious secret she didn't want to let go of. Jackie mirrored the gesture, her fingers moving in slow, delicate patterns along Grace's back, as if tracing constellations only they could see.
"You'll look good no matter what you wear, okay?" Grace murmured, pulling back just enough to look up at her girlfriend.The soft light caught the freckles scattered across Grace's nose like stars, and Jackie felt her chest ache in the best way.
Jackie hummed softly, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She didn't say anything, but the rhythm of her breathing gave her away. She was nervous, undeniably so. Tonight, she would be having dinner at Grace's house. With Grace's parents. For the first time.
But to Jackie, it wasn't just dinner—it was a test, a silent challenge to see if she could win their favor. To be the kind of person they'd want around their daughter. Of course, they wouldn't know the truth, the whole truth. Jackie and Grace weren't just friends. They were so much more, but that was a story Grace's parents could never be told.
"They'll love you, I promise," Grace said softly, her words wrapping around Jackie like a lullaby. She tilted her face upward, her lips brushing Jackie's collarbone in a fleeting, sleepy gesture of comfort. "Just... maybe don't tell them you kiss their daughter."
Jackie laughed softly despite herself, the sound warm and genuine. "Yeah, that might not go over too well."
Grace chuckled, her breath light and ticklish against Jackie's skin.
