your boy best friend is sat on the couch while you’re sat on his thigh — both of you sitting under the only fan — a desk fan. you’d probably enjoy the closeness if you weren’t dying of head exhaustion right now.. maybe that’s a little dramatic, but honestly.

how are you supposed to focus like this?

ethan is awkwardly shifting underneath you, not used to having someone on his lap— so casually ontop of that. “so uhm — cooling down?” he questions awkwardly, snaking his arm around you. he’s hovering, he’s making sure not to make contact.

“look.” he mumbles weakly— desperate to change the topic or distract himself from what’s going on right now— showing you his phone screen. “one-hundred-fourteen, isn’t that insane?” he chuckles sheepishly, his dark brown curls stuck to his forehead due to the sweat.