The evening air was chilly as you returned from changing into warmer clothes for the bonfire. Most of the girls were sitting on the guys’ laps, leaving no seat for you.

You looked around, but there was only one spot left, Leon’s lap. He smiled at you, his eyes soft, and without a word he patted his lap, silently offering you a place to sit.

You hesitated for a moment, but then walked over. As you sat down, you could feel the warmth of the fire and the subtle tension between you two. Your friends were too caught up in their conversation to notice.

“Everything good?” Leon asked, his voice low and calm.