I was lying on the couch, with my legs in his lap as he sat beside me. His fingers were tracing patterns on my calf as we watched Netflix.
"Want some fruit?" he asked.
I nodded, and he got up, went to the kitchen, and grabbed some fruit from the fridge.
Instead of watching the show, my eyes fixed on him as he sliced the fruit facing me. My fingers, curved, covered my lips as my nails touched my lips; my cheeks blushed. Then, his eyes met mine, and a gentle smile played on his lips. I felt a flutter in my chest, and my cheeks grew warmer, the blush deepening. My fingers remained curved, covering my lips, as if trying to hold in the emotions swirling inside me.
The sound of the knife slicing through the fruit was soothing, but my attention was fixed on him. He finished slicing the fruit and walked back to the couch, a plate in hand.
Meanwhile, I placed my legs on the center table near the glass of water.
"Here you go," he said.
Instead of taking the plate, I moved my hand forward so he could hold mine. He looked confused, took my hand in his, and then I pulled him onto the couch to sit beside me.
As he sat, I grabbed his collar and pulled him close. As I was bending my legs on the couch from the center table, the glass beside my legs slipped and fell, shattering on the floor but i didn't care. His gaze shifted instantly as he heard the noise of the glass cracking into pieces, but I placed my index finger under his chin, moved his face towards me.
He looked me in the eyes and placed the fruit plate beside him. His hands reached my waist, and then I stood on my knees on the couch and moved to his lap, still on my knees in his lap. His hands held my thighs, my wrist on his shoulder, and my hands around his neck. My gaze fixed on his lips, our lips inches apart, and then I burst into laughter and placed my forehead on his shoulder.
He realized I was just messing around and said, "Ah, you got me." He placed his hand behind my back and hugged me tight, and we both started laughing.
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