*Ashley*
The movie plays on, but I find my mind wandering, drifting in and out of the scenes flashing across the screen. Lucas sits beside me, his presence warm and comforting. I sneak glances at him when I think he’s not looking, admiring the way the soft light catches his features, how he bites his lip when he’s focused. It’s funny how a simple afternoon can feel so profound, like we’re caught in a bubble away from the world.
As the credits begin to roll, I feel a stirring of energy between us. The couch is cozy, and I stretch my legs out, my toes just brushing against him. He looks down, and I can’t help but smile at the way his gaze lingers on my feet.
“Your feet look cold,” he says, a playful glint in his eye. Before I can respond, he lifts my bare feet into his lap, a gentle touc
