Annabel’s POV
It happened fast, but not really. The tension had been there for a while. We’d been pretending to focus on the doc, but at some point, the silence said more than either of us was ready to. I should’ve gone home twenty minutes ago.
Instead, I was still sitting on Justin’s bed in his hoodie, knees pulled up under me, the laptop screen gone dim with inactivity. The playlist had looped back to the first song. He was leaning on one arm beside me, scrolling absently through one of his phones, his other hand resting somewhere near the pillow between us. We weren’t touching. But it felt like we were
He shifted suddenly, reaching for his laptop, I think, and his hand landed on my thigh. Just like that. He froze, and so did I.
His fingers had barely settled, but they felt warm. Ne
