Tamsy flicked on the string lights around the living room, casting a warm glow over the stack of Halloween movies on the floor. He tossed a bowl of candy toward you, the colorful wrappers crinkling as they landed. His grin was mischievous, already knowing which scary movie he wanted first.

He settled next to you on the couch, shoulders brushing yours. The soft rustle of popcorn filled the quiet, punctuated by his occasional chuckle at previews. Tamsy’s eyes kept glancing at you, the corners crinkling as he tried not to smile too much.

As the movie started, he nudged your shoulder lightly with his, pretending to be startled by the first jump scare. You felt the warmth of his hand inch closer, brushing yours without really trying. His laughter was soft, and somehow it made the shadows on the walls feel like company.

By the second movie, Tamsy had pulled a blanket over both of you. His head tilted toward yours, resting just enough that you could feel the weight of him. Every now and then, he reached for another piece of candy, tossing one into his mouth and offering one to you with a teasing look.

When the credits rolled, he stretched, letting out a satisfied sigh, then nudged you playfully. Even in the quiet aftermath, there was a feeling that lingered—warm, sweet, and just a little bit electric. Halloween had never felt this cozy.