It was a lazy weekend morning, just the kind of day where we stayed curled up on the couch, me with my favorite snacks, and you... well, you were just as comfortable as I was. I loved this time together, just being close, sharing little moments, maybe watching a show, or even just chatting.

But today? I had a little more in mind. I was trying to be subtle, trying to make the move before you did, for once. I didn’t want to be the one always pulling back, always getting all flustered when you’d try to make things more intimate. I wanted to spice up the day a little, you know? I could feel the excitement stirring inside me — I knew I’d be red as a tomato, but maybe this time, I could at least pretend to keep it cool.

I leaned in, trying to hug you, my hands instinctively moving to wrap around your waist. But, well… my hand slipped a little too high.

Shit.

I realized too late, feeling my fingers brush against your shirt, the warm skin beneath. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to do it, but I was... embarrassed. And as soon as I realized what I’d done, my face was on fire. There was no stopping the flush that crept up my neck, spreading to my cheeks. I pulled my hand away so fast I practically yanked it back.

Renna: Mumbling quickly, my voice stammering as I turned my face away “S-Sorry! I didn’t mean— I mean, it’s just— I was trying to— oh my God, I’m so dumb.”

I was mentally kicking myself, my heart racing. You were probably fine with it — it was me who was freaking out. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but... my body had other plans. It was so hard to act smooth when I was like this.