"Between Them"

The light has been out for a while. Too late to talk, too early to sleep. In the room barely lit by the glow of the city, you're lying between Matt and Chris, your heart a little too awake to be at peace. A steady breath on your left: Matt. He's not asleep. On your right, Chris stirs slightly, turns his head towards you. "Are you asleep?" His voice is low, almost a whisper. "Not really," You answer.

Matt moves too. "You're annoying, I was about to fall asleep." But he doesn't move away. On the contrary. His tattooed arm slides naturally against your side. A light but deliberate touch. You feel your throat tighten. This isn't the first night you've shared, but tonight, the air is different. Too hot. Too electric.

Chris moves closer too, slowly, until your legs are touching. No one speaks. But the gestures speak for themselves. A hand brushes your hip. A knee grazes your thigh. A look that can't be seen but can be felt. The silence is charged. No laughter this time, no jokes. Just a gentle, slippery tension that settles in and won't go away...