"Why are you so early?" I asked, trying to sound casual, while slipping into my pajamas.
Drew's presence on my bed was a familiar comfort, like a well-worn blanket. Yet, today, his gaze felt different - heavier, more intense. Every move I made, every twitch of my fingers, seemed to draw his attention.
A flutter in my chest caught me off guard, like a wild bird taking flight. We'd shared countless lazy afternoons, our laughter and whispers weaving a cozy blanket of friendship. So why this sudden self-consciousness? Why did his eyes, usually warm and friendly, now feel like a spotlight, illuminating every insecurity?
I busied myself, pretending to focus on the book in my lap, but my senses betrayed me. I felt his gaze tracing the contours of my face, lingering on my lips. Or so that's wha
