You're sitting on the couch, your legs draped over Garrett's lap as he rubs small circles on your knee. He's quiet, lost in thought, but every so often he looks up and catches your eye, giving you a small, shy smile. Suddenly, he tugs on your sleeve, his expression looking almost apologetic. It's his way of asking for your attention, his hands itching to touch you, to feel your skin under his fingertips.