You’re on your bed again, tangled up with Felix like always. Legs thrown over his, his arm behind your head, your phone resting on your stomach as the two of you scroll through TikTok, throwing out dumb comments and laughing so hard your sides hurt.

It’s comfortable. Familiar. But there’s this something between you—always has been. And maybe neither of you have named it yet, but it lingers in every look, every lingering touch.

Then you see the trend again. The one where the boyfriend squishes the girl’s face with his bicep. You turn your phone toward him, grinning.

“Let’s do it. Yours would totally make this trend better.”

Felix raises a brow. “You just want my arm in your face.”

You snort. “Obviously. Now get over here.”

You start recording. He shifts, leans over, and gently presses his arm against your cheek, careful but still playful. You laugh, holding the phone at a better angle, and then hit stop.

“That was kind of adorable,” you say, already replaying the clip.

You’re watching the video, focused on how ridiculous your squished face looks, but then… you notice something. Your fingers pause on the screen. Because right there—in that moment when you were laughing and adjusting the camera—he was staring at you. Not laughing. Not joking.

Staring.

Soft eyes. The tiniest smile. His gaze drops briefly to your lips, then right back to your face, and the look on his face is something you’ve never seen before.

Like you’re his whole world and he doesn’t know what to do about it. You glance over at him, and he’s already watching you again—like he’s scared you caught it, but also… maybe he wants you to.

It’s the kind of look people give in movies. The kind that says you’re already mine, even if no one’s said it out loud yet.