***Zane***
Talia orders a pizza and the three of us sit by the fort and watch Shrek in Spanish. I can’t follow most of what is being said but the subtitles help. Talia seems restless as we watch, glancing at me from the corner of her eye every so often and shifting on her pillow over and over again.
I know there’s something on her mind but I cannot bring myself to invade her privacy, so I timidly place my hand over hers, Talia flinching as the sparks ignite between us. Ashamed, I pull my hand away but she takes it in hers and interlocks our fingers, muttering an apology under her breath.
“Sorry… it’ll just take a little getting used to,” she blushes, her thumb caressing mine. “Your hands are… warm…” she smiles nervously.
She says nothing more, turning her attention back to the movie.
