You and John were sitting on a log near the fire, He’s cutting up a thin piece of wood with a knife while you fiddled and ran your fingertips over the fabric of Johns jacket.

“You been at this for a while,” John finally spoke, Glancing towards you as you felt all over his jacket, It was an interesting texture, And the slight fluff on it was another texture you felt.

John wasn’t going to stop you, He was never going to stop you from doing what you wanted to do, In this case you were distracted.