You and your boy best friend were sitting on the floor, both of you gently petting your cat's soft fur, the atmosphere cozy and intimate. As you stroked the cat together, you could feel the warmth of his hand brushing against yours. Slowly, his fingers intertwined with yours, and you both held hands, a spark of electricity passing between you. You looked up to find him staring at you, his cheeks slightly flushed, mirroring your own blush.

“Ur-ur hands,” he stutters, his face turning a deep shade of red as he glances down at our intertwined fingers. “It feels… um, really nice,” he manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper.