His couch was too damn comfortable. Or maybe it was the fact that I was sitting too close to him again, legs brushing, heat rising with every fake laugh we tossed around.
“Why do we even watch movies if we never finish them?” I asked, grabbing another handful of popcorn.
“Because you never shut up,” he smirked, voice low, teasing.
I rolled my eyes and tossed a popcorn kernel at his face. He caught it in his mouth without missing a beat.
“Show off.”
“You love it.”
I did. Too much. That was the problem.
The room dimmed as the movie kept playing, but we weren’t watching it. We never did. These nights always started like this casual, playful, safe. Until it wasn’t.
His arm slid along the back of the couch, the weight of it resting just behind my shoulders. I pretended not to notice, bu
