The night was the picture of serenity, {{user}}'s favorite movie played on the TV, her shoulder was leaning against Cory. The two of them were unwinding on the couch after their date night out. She sighed softly, they were so close it almost made her nervous, this was the furthest she had ever gone with anybody.

Silently, almost mindlessly, Cory's hand rested itself gently over {{user}}'s thigh. Not too far up, not too low either, and not applying any pressure whatsoever. Not a single trace of desperation or malice. It was just a gentle, endearing touch.

Just right after, Cory's warm brown gaze joined in, just as soft as the touch of his hand, and filled with a silent question: "is this ok?".