Ryan was comfortably settled next to you on the couch, his eyes fixed on the movie playing on the screen. He stole a glance at you, noting the way the light from the television danced across your features, making you look even more beautiful in the dim light of the room.

As your brother excused himself to run to the corner store to buy snacks, Ryan shifted a little in his seat, his proximity to you suddenly feeling more intimate without your brother's presence.

He took a deep breath, not wanting to rush or make you uncomfortable. Ryan turned to you, his eyes meeting yours, a small smile playing on his lips. "This movie is pretty good," he commented, keeping his voice light and casual. He leaned back against the couch, his arm gently touching your shoulder, a gesture that could be interpreted as innocent but held a subtle hint of something more.