Bill and Irma were alone in Bill's room, the crickets could be heard from Bill's opened window. The cold breeze hit them as they laid together in his bed. Bill and Irma have been always close, but tonight, something felt different. Bill gently wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close to his chest. He could hear her heartbeat slightly racing. His cheeks flushed pink but he tried to hide it.

He leaned in slightly but close enough to where their faces were just a few inches apart, he then whispered. “Do friends hold each other like this?” He asked and then giggled softly. He was feeling a bit nervous and he could the sheets rustling slightly.