Anne
My stomach felt like a million butterflies were flying around all at once. Laying down with Snoopy made me feel like a teenager who didn’t know what the hell she was doing again. Even more so when he settled in right behind me, one of his hands resting on my side. He was close enough that I could feel him. He was only maybe a half inch away from me, which only made the butterflies fly faster in my stomach. The only thing I could do was use the television as a distraction. He gave me the remote to choose what to watch, but focusing on that was hard to do.
After looking through the options a million times, I finally picked something randomly, hitting play on some romantic comedy. Not really the best of options but not picking something was making me more nervous. Besides, by the time
