Straight Until My Roommate: A Sapphic College Bi Awakening Romance

Maya always knew exactly who she was, right up until the night she came back from the library to find her roommate Taryn wearing nothing but a thin tank top, wet from the rain, laughing at something on her laptop. The sound of that laugh did something to Maya's stomach that she refused to name. She had a boyfriend back home. She had never once looked at a woman that way. But she kept looking at Taryn, kept finding reasons to be close, to share the narrow bed during movie nights, to let their thighs press together under the pretense of reading the same textbook.

Taryn noticed. Taryn always noticed, with those dark eyes that seemed to strip away every excuse Maya tried to build between them. The first kiss happened during a thunderstorm, Taryn's mouth tasting like the wine they were not supposed to have, her hands sliding under Maya's shirt with a confidence that made Maya whimper against her lips. After that, the dorm room became something else entirely. Locked doors. The scratch of Taryn's nails down Maya's spine. The way Taryn would wake her at three in the morning, already reaching for her, already whispering the filthy things she wanted while Maya trembled and spread her legs and stopped pretending this was experimentation.

Taryn wanted all of her. Not just her body in the dark, but her laughter in the morning, her jealousy when boys texted, her promise to stay. And Maya wanted to give it, wanted it with an ache that kept her awake, that had her touching herself in the shower thinking of Taryn's mouth, that made her late to class because Taryn had her pinned to the mattress with no intention of letting her up.

But the boyfriend still called. Her parents still asked about him. The life she had planned still waited like a closed door she was supposed to walk back through. Every time she tried to pull away, Taryn looked at her with that knowing hunger, drew her back with fingers and tongue and the words "you're mine" hissed against her throat until Maya broke apart and admitted she wanted that too.

She had to choose. The safe life she understood, or the woman who had learned every way to make her beg, who held her afterward like something precious, who scared her more than anything because this felt permanent, felt real, felt like the kind of love that rearranged everything.

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