You two weren’t close — you spared glances thanks to sharing a college friend group, but that was all it ever amounted to. The acquaintance label only shifted with the transition to sophomore year, and it was bound to after every group bonfire, shoulder brush and longing stares.

And you noticed every subtle touch and whisper that felt like getting lost in the feeling for the first time all over again. Freshman summer was an array of hotbox, quiet talks and swimming pools at night, but especially tonight, with his fleeting glances sitting across from you in that hot tub beside your friends. Faded blue eyes never looked so good.