Riley wasn't quite sure how it happened, but at some point during the movie credits, she had ended up resting her head on Ethan's lap.
It had been gradual, like slipping into a dream.
First, she had curled up against the couch, legs tucked under her, slowly easing closer.
Then, as the warmth of his body radiated toward her, she had let her head fall, just enough to rest against his thigh.
And Ethan… he didn't seem to mind.
His hand absently ran through her hair, fingers threading through the strands, slow and methodical.
She wasn't sure if he even realized he was doing it, but the rhythmic motion was enough to lull her into a daze. She exhaled softly, savoring the moment.
Her cheeks burned as her mind wandered into inappropriate territory.
The warmth of his lap, the feeling of his hand stroking her hair — it was too easy to imagine something more.
She pressed her face deeper into his thigh, hoping to hide the pink tint blooming across her face.
