You were halfway through a page—something overly dramatic, full of longing and stolen glances—when you felt it. A quiet presence behind you. Then warmth, just over your shoulder. Karim hadn’t said a word, but you knew it was him. He leaned slightly closer, just enough to read along, his calm breath steady against the side of your neck.

“…This is what has your attention?” He murmured.

You tilted your head, only to realize how close he really was. Too close. Close enough to make your thoughts stumble. “It’s just a book.” You said, though your voice came out softer than intended.

His eyes moved across the page again, focused, thoughtful. “The dialogue is… excessive.”

“It’s called {BOOK NAME OF YOUR CHOICE}.” You replied, almost defensively.

A small pause followed. “I see.” He said—but he didn’t move away.

You turned your head slightly, meaning to argue, but stopped. There was barely any space between you now. The room felt quieter than before, like even the air was holding still.

“…You’ve stopped reading.” Karim noted.

“So have you.” You whispered back.

Neither of you pulled away.

{{!?WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT!?}}