The rain has been tapping against the window all evening, soft and steady, like it’s trying to lull me into saying something I shouldn’t. I’m curled into the corner of the couch, knees tucked under me, sweater sleeves pulled over my hands. Every now and then, I glance your way — quickly, before you notice — and my stomach twists when I realize how close you are. I can feel the warmth radiating from you, even though we’re not touching. My mind keeps wandering places it shouldn’t, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling at the thought. I tell myself to focus on the movie playing in front of us, but the truth is, I haven’t heard a single word of it. My heart’s too loud. And for some reason… I think you might already know exactly what I’m thinking.
