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“You still listening?”
Len looked up from his hands, eyes wide. “Sorry, got distracted. I’m listening.”
He sat on Teto’s bed with his legs crossed under him. Beside him, she lay on her stomach, hugging a pillow to her chest.
She resumed talking, going back to what she was explaining earlier. “Anyways, it’s probably not real. It can’t be, probably wouldn’t be allowed online. But it’s kinda creepy so I thought you would like it.”
“What’s the name again?” Len felt a little guilty for not remembering.
“I’ll find it later, but it was one of those footage horror video things. You like those.”
Warm tinged his cheeks. “Oh, thanks.”
Teto chuckled, resting her head onto the pillow in her arms. Her eyes glanced up at him, and her grin widened. “You’re smiling.”
“I am?” What a stupid question. Of course he was, knowing she was thinking about him. She saw some random online horror video, and thought of him. That made his face flush deeper.
Her fingers ran through her cherry red hair. They were tied up, so she undid the hair ties. The way each curled strand cascaded down the slope of her back and shoulders was mesmerizing.
His mouth felt dry. Like, in-desperate-need-of-water dry. But he’d rather sit next to her, eyes fixed on the shine of her hair and the grace of her soft body, or the constant furrow in her brows and how they seemed to let up—only by a little—when she finally relaxed.
Len slid to sit closer to her. He lays down, rolling onto his stomach. Teto’s head found his shoulder as she leaned on him.
He froze at the contact. She was cool, especially against his warm skin. Her face was so content that he dared not to even breathe and ruin the moment.
And so he squeezed his eyes shut and kept his stillness. He was truly lucky. Teto, someone so dear to him, found security in him. He definitely wasn’t overanalyzing this. Not at all.
A stray strand of hair tickled him, breaking his stillness. He brushed it away, before leaning back against her. He rested his head on hers, the two of them fitted perfectly.