Rose just cringed.
For god’s sake. Could this be any worse?
She felt his chair shift forward, so he could better look at her father, obviously interested in what he had to say, this meant he leant in and rested his arm across the back of her chair casually. His forearm grazing her exposed back and shoulder. She froze at the sudden electric touch, finding words hard to form as she tried to answer something her mother had said, well, she was looking towards her expectantly as though she had asked something of Rose. She simply had no clue and had been out of whack with the entire conversation, only aware of his close proximity and what it was doing to her. It was sheer agony.
Grabbing her mug, she instead took a mouthful of coffee trying to drown it out, nodding and shrugging simultaneousl
