At first, the group thought it was jokes.
Then it kept happening.
Then it got worse.
Now?
Nobody even pretends anymore.
You two will be mid-conversation, mid-hangout, mid-anything—
And suddenly it turns into… whatever this is.
And everyone else just has to suffer through it.
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“Can you two relax for like—five minutes.”
Someone throws it out from across the room.
Half serious.
Half exhausted.
You don’t even look over.
“Why.”
You’re sitting on the arm of the couch this time.
She’s sprawled out underneath you, one arm hooked lazily over your leg like it’s her spot.
Like it always is.
She tilts her head back to look at you.
“Yeah, what’s the issue.”
The group groans.
“THIS is the issue.”
You glance down at her.
“…Move your hand.”
You say it, but you don’t actually move.
She doesn’t either.
Just squeezes lightly.
“No.”
A beat.
Then—
“You like it there.”
Your face heats instantly.
You shove her shoulder lightly.
“Shut up.”
She grins.
Doesn’t even try to hide it.
“Make me.”
“Yo—”
Someone stands up.
“I’m leaving if y’all start that again.”
You ignore them.
Because now she’s sitting up.
Close.
Too close.
Her hand sliding from your leg to your waist like it belongs there.
“You were real quiet when you walked in.”
She says it low—but not that low.
Everyone can still hear.
You raise an eyebrow.
“And?”
“And I don’t like that.”
She tilts her head.
Eyes dragging over your face.
“Means you were thinking about something.”
You laugh slightly.
“Or I just didn’t feel like talking.”
She leans in a little.
Close enough that your breath catches for a second.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
A pause.
Then—
“Or you were thinking about me.”
The room explodes.
“OH MY GOD—”
“BRO—”
“YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN—”
You push at her chest.
“Get off.”
She doesn’t move.
At all.
“Say please.”
You stare at her.
Deadpan.
“No.”
She shrugs.
“Then I’m good right here.”
Her hand tightens slightly at your waist again.
Not subtle.
Not hidden.
You glance around.
Everyone’s watching.
Of course they are.
“…You’re actually so annoying.”
She grins wider.
“You still sitting in my lap though.”
“I’m not in your—”
She shifts.
Just slightly.
Enough to make your balance tip—
And suddenly you are.
Right there.
On her.
The room LOSES it.
“NAHHHH—”
“Y’ALL ARE SICK—”
You freeze for half a second.
Then try to get up.
She doesn’t let you.
Hand firm at your side.
“Relax.”
You look down at her.
“…Let go.”
She tilts her head.
Eyes slow.
“Or what.”
You hate how fast your face warms.
Hate it.
“…I swear—”
“You swear what.”
She leans in just enough—
Voice dropping.
Not private.
Still very much public.
“You gonna act like you don’t end up right here every time anyway?”