Alexander
As I stand with Amy’s arm through mine on that street corner, I’m not just waiting for the cab I just ordered, I’m waiting for my common sense to come piling back in to tell me this is a f*****g stupid idea.
She doesn’t even ask where we’re headed as the taxi arrives, just piles herself into the backseat and shuffles along to make room for me. She doesn’t even move fully to the other side – her body stays pressed to my side, her thigh tight against mine as she buckles herself in.
It’s a comfortable silence. Strangely comfortable.
Resting my hand on her knee feels like the most natural thing in the world, even though it shouldn’t be.
I’ve no idea why I feel like I’ve known her my whole f*****g life, but I like it. I like it too f*****g much to stop.
I pay the driver as we ar
