ANDY
By the second half of the movie, I was curled into the corner of the sofa with a blanket over my legs, a bowl of popcorn balanced against my hip, and a ridiculous amount of sugary snacks spread across the coffee table.
Chocolate. Gummy worms. Sour candies. Even the cookies I used to buy on a particularly bad day when I still lived in this town.
Disney Plus played quietly in front of us while Kal sat beside me, one arm stretched along the back of the sofa. He hadn’t tried anything, hadn’t pushed closer or made some smart-ass comment about how comfortable I looked.
He had simply settled in beside me as if this were a normal evening for the two of us. As if we’d done this a hundred times before.
I reached for another piece of chocolate and frowned at it.
“How did you remember all t
