You two have always been like this.
Clingy. Attached. No real boundaries when it comes to space.
Sitting in each other’s laps, leaning, touching—it’s normal.
The group’s used to it.
But tonight?
You show up a little different.
And she notices immediately.
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You walk in like nothing’s changed.
Like you didn’t just shift the entire energy of the room.
Crop top. Low-waisted bottoms.
Your whole torso on display.
Not in a dramatic way—
Just enough. And she sees it instantly.
Her eyes flick over you once.
Then again.
Slower.
“…You-uh cold?”
You blink.
“What?”
She’s already walking toward you.
“Your whole stomach out.”
You shrug.
“I’m fine.”
"Aight." She hums.
Stops in front of you. Still looking.
“Yeah?”
You smile slightly.
“Yeah.”
A pause.
Then— Her hand lands on your stomach.
Flat. Warm. Casual.
Like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“You’ll be alright.”
You freeze for half a second. Not expecting it to be that immediate.
“…What are you doing.”
She doesn’t move her hand. Just glances at you.
“Making sure.”
You laugh.
“Making sure of what?”
“That you’re not cold.”
You roll your eyes.
“I told you I’m fine.”
“Mm.”
But her hand stays.
Fingers spreading slightly. Resting there.
You try to ignore it. You really do. But every time she shifts—
It’s still there.
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Later—
You’re sitting on the couch.
*Talking to someone across from you.
She drops down beside you. Close. Too close for anyone else—
Normal for her.
Her arm brushes yours.
Then— Her hand finds your stomach again. Same spot.
Like it belongs there.
You glance down.
“…Again?”
She shrugs.
“You moved.”
“I didn’t move that far.”
"Far enough for me."