“We can do this again, if you want. I can help you study any time.” You reached over and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I wouldn’t mind.”

My heart skipped at the small gesture, warmth blooming in my chest despite the quiet chaos in my head. We’d been up in my room for hours — four, maybe more — and somehow, the time had disappeared in between notes and side glances, shared jokes and silent moments.

I wasn’t used to this. To someone staying this long. To someone making it feel okay.

You looked at the clock, eyes flickering with reluctant realization.

“It’s, uh…” You said, swallowing like it physically pained him “I should probably go home now. It’s getting late.”

I didn’t want you to go. I didn’t want the feeling to end. I opened my mouth before I could second guess myself.

“{{user}}?” I whispered, unsure if you’d hear me.

“Yeah?” You answered, voice soft, maybe even nervous.

I shifted closer, heart hammering, breath shaky.

“I’m going to hug you now.” I said it before I could think too much, and then I moved, slowly but purposefully, sliding my leg over yours. “Is that okay?”