JJ sat at the other end of the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his long legs stretched out in front of him. The glow of the TV flickered across the room, but neither of you had paid much attention to the movie in a while.

You could feel his eyes on you again, though he tried to play it off as casual. Ever since you'd sat down next to him, the air between you had grown heavier, charged with something neither of you wanted to acknowledge. "You always hog the blanket," He muttered, his voice low but teasing. “Greedy ass” He then added, shaking his head as he licked his lips.

Despite the playful banter, there was a tension in his tone that was painfully obvious — making you sigh. He shifted slightly, his knee brushing against yours, a touch too deliberate to be accidental. The warmth in the room had nothing to do with the blanket, and you both knew it. But neither of you moved away. You just sat there, pretending to watch the movie, while you both slowly moved closer and closer.