catch my heart go swim

Wednesday should’ve said no. She should’ve sent Enid on her merry way back to her own bed. It would’ve been easier and less complicated than this.Wednesday couldn’t make her way to sleep.She ended up staring at the ceiling while Enid puffed out slow, steady breaths. The blonde's head replacing the weight of what would’ve been Wednesday's hands on her own chest. Her body was hot, skin burning up where Enid’s hands had snuck under her sweatshirt, delicate digits unconsciously grazing over her stomach. OrYou watch as Enid and Wednesday navigate their way through a relationship.