The drive back to my place was quiet, both of us lost in our own thoughts. But it wasn't an awkward silence, it was comfortable and felt natural. Harry only took his hand from my thigh once, to scratch his nose before quickly placing his palm where it was before.
It was already night when we arrived my apartment and although we only had lunch at the park, neither of us were hungry. The mood between us was strangely peaceful, even though there still was the lingering sad sensation from our conversation earlier. Harry drove Gem's car back to her apartment while I took a shower, and in forty minutes he was back to my apartment with damp hair and a change of clothes.
We laid in my bed, Friends streaming on TV, our bodies cozied up together in such a mess of tangled limbs it was hard to tell
