A F F E C T I O N

t w e n t y - f o u r

You're texting someone on the other end of the couch, not one of your friends because then you'd usually be sharing them. Our legs are warm and layered over each other between us, and my entire being is torn between suspicious, melancholy and careful happiness.

I push my foot against yours, and you look up. "What?"

"You're not even watching." I make a pouty face, you're the one who wanted to watch this stupid Star Wars movie with bad graphics and old fighting scenes.

"Yeah I am." Then you put your phone in your hoodie pocket and kneel up to gather me in your arms.

I sit between your legs, snuggled up against your chest. I clutch your arms carefully.

"Are we okay?" I ask, accidental doe-eyes, tipping my head back against your collarbone.

"Of course." You smile and drop a kiss on my forehead. I lie against you, trying to remember when I thought watching your movies on the couch was fun.