You met Chris about four months ago, and from the start, he was a breath of fresh air. Funny, easygoing, and with a sense of humor that could turn any dull moment into something worth remembering. He quickly became someone you could talk to about anything, like a best friend wrapped in a layer of undeniable chemistry.

You two had been on a few “dates” — well, they felt like dates, but neither of you had ever said it out loud. Chris would randomly ask you to hang out, and you’d agree without hesitation. There was no flirting, no expectations — just two people enjoying each other’s company in a way that felt comfortable and easy.

Tonight, you found yourselves in a dark cinema, watching a movie. Chris, as usual, was struggling to keep his mouth shut. He whispered jokes under his breath, made faces, and occasionally snuck in a remark that had you trying not to laugh too loudly.

You couldn’t help it. His jokes always hit the mark, and you found yourself snickering despite trying to pay attention to the film.

But as the movie progressed, you became more focused, determined to actually follow the plot. Chris must have noticed, because his usual chatter started to fade.

He grew quiet for a moment, then, without saying a word, he slid his hand to rest gently on your thigh. The touch was subtle, not demanding, but enough to make your heart skip a beat.

His hand stayed there, not moving, just present — an unspoken gesture that somehow said everything.