Tom never asked what they were, and she never did either. It was an unspoken thing—the way he always pulled her closer when no one was looking, the way his hands lingered a little too long when they brushed against hers. The way he always waited for her after class, hoodie pulled up, acting like he just happened to be there.

Tonight was no different. They sat on his bed, the glow of the TV flickering across the room, some movie playing that neither of them was really watching. She yawned, shifting slightly. His fingers traced lazy circles on her arm, a habit of his. He looked over her and chuckled softly.

“C’mere,” he murmured, tugging her gently toward him. When she hesitated, he rolled his eyes but softened almost instantly. “Just put your head on my shoulder, dummy.”