Of course she was joking about it being a horror movie but she wanted to find some excuse for the one of them to move into the other. Too bad he didn’t bring over a horror movie, she could use the excuse of ‘I’m scared hold me’ and crawl into his arms. Her gaze turned towards the TV as the movie flicked on. The scent of his cologne was so soft and inviting she found herself unintentionally trying to lean towards him. [i]No, bad Sharon! Be glad you got to hold his hand… it’s not like he’s going to magically want to but his arm around you…[/i]

Her brain as cut off by him shifting; her gaze stayed locked directly ahead not wanting to give him any reason to think she might be a weirdo for leaning up against him. This was their first date and she didn’t want to push things too far if he wasn’t comfortable. But he did hold her hand; they did stand close to each other… Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt him move, he might move away. He could move to the chair or couch instead of the loveseat they were on because he wasn’t comfortable. She didn’t even realize that she was holding her breathe as she awaited the arising results. His large arm stretched across the back of the couch and she felt his body inch closer to her. 

Her breathing returned, thank god or she could have gotten light-headed and passed out. Reaching down, she pulled her legs up onto the loveseat, using that as an excuse to scoot herself closer to him, soon her body was tucked lightly into the opening his arm was making and she kept her attention on the screen, not wanting to draw too much attention to the fact that she had squeezed herself into the only space that existed between them. Would he care?