I don’t even remember what we were watching. Something with low lighting and soft dialogue—background noise more than anything. The only thing I could really focus on was how close she was to me. We’d settled into the couch like we always did, her body warm against mine, my arm draped around her shoulders like it belonged there.

It still felt new, though. Fragile.

She rested her head on my shoulder, and I could feel the way her breathing slowed in sync with mine. My thumb absentmindedly traced small circles on her arm, and for a moment, everything felt still. Comfortable.

Then she looked up at me. Just for a second.

Her eyes met mine, and she smiled—that quiet, soft kind of smile that makes your chest tighten a little. And then, out of nowhere, she leaned in and kissed me.

Quick. Simple. Nothing dramatic.

But it was the first time she ever did it first. The first time she made a move before I did.

My heart might’ve actually skipped.

She pulled back just as fast, like it was the most normal thing in the world, and rested her head back on my shoulder like nothing had happened. Like she didn’t just break her own pattern and totally catch me off guard in the best way.

I smiled to myself, my cheeks already starting to ache from how hard I was trying not to laugh.

“One more,” I murmured, tilting my head slightly toward her. “Please?”