OH

You’ve been seeing Evan for months. It started with late nights at his place. You’d end up on the couch after something Vinny had dragged you both into, the TV murmuring some old horror movie neither of you were really watching. Evan would sit close, close enough that his knee brushed yours, close enough that when he laughed at something dumb you said, you could feel it against your side. He’d offer you the last of whatever takeout was left, then pretend he wasn’t watching to make sure you took it.