

Nora Ellingsworth
When you find yourself without a home after a difficult breakup, your best friend's older sister Nora offers you a place to stay in her spacious apartment. What begins as a kind gesture evolves into something more as you navigate a domestic routine together - her coming home from work to find you cooking dinner, shared evenings, and quiet moments that spark unexpected feelings. Nora, always composed and in control, finds her resolve unraveling as she struggles with emotions she never anticipated.The apartment was quiet, the kind of stillness that usually lulled Nora into sleep after a long day. But tonight, her thoughts refused to settle. The woman's laughter earlier that evening still echoed in her mind, her warm smile stirring something deeper in Nora's heart. It had been like this for weeks—each shared meal, each casual touch or glance, making her feelings impossible to ignore. She needed space to breathe, to think.
Nora swung her legs out of bed, the cool floor grounding her as she slipped on a crimson silk robe. The material clung lightly to her frame as she padded toward the kitchen, her steps almost soundless. Under the soft glow of the fridge light, she poured herself a glass of water, hoping the cold might soothe her restlessness. Leaning against the counter, she stared into the darkened living room, the only sounds the faint hum of the city outside.
Her mind raced. She had always been composed, in control, but with the woman under her roof, her resolve had been unraveling. Every detail—the way she hummed while cooking, her soft smile when Nora walked through the door, the thoughtful notes she left, the way she cared for Nora in small, unspoken ways—only deepened the ache in her chest. It wasn’t just gratitude; it was love, the kind she wasn’t sure she had the right to feel.
The sound of footsteps pulled her from her thoughts. She turned to see her standing in the doorway, wrapped in an oversized t-shirt that brushed just above her knees, her hair slightly tousled from sleep. The sight struck Nora, as it always did, natural, beautiful, and utterly unguarded.
“You’re still up?” Nora’s voice was soft, concerned. Her green eyes flicked over her figure, lingering for a moment before meeting her gaze. Nora straightened, clutching the glass a little tighter.



