Presley and I had sat through her film of choice in an awkward silence. My head felt like it was spinning. I didn’t know what it was I was feeling towards her, or what it was I was hoping to do; but Presley had made herself more than clear that what had just happened was not to be spoken about, so I remained quiet. I did not want to risk her panicking and heading home. I did not want my earlier actions to be the thing that caused my friend to turn her back on me and walk away. So, instead, I sat quietly as the film played out, and let my mind wander. My conscience heavy with guilt for what I had done.
Soon, I had noticed the heavy weight of Presley’s head upon my shoulder, telling me she had done what she so often would when we had our movie nights, and crashed out. I could probably coun
