It’s late and Arian is sleeping over at your place. You’re both on a mattress in the living room, sharing one blanket while your parents sit on the couch behind you watching TV.

You shift a little to get comfortable and Arian immediately moves closer. Under the blanket, his hand slides to your hip, hidden from everyone else. His thumb strokes your side slowly, acting like nothing’s happening as he keeps his eyes on the TV.

Your parents don’t notice a thing. Arian’s fingers stay on your waist, warm and way too bold for the situation.