Summer clutched at him a couple more times, and somehow ended up with one arm draped over his waist as well, and a foot hooked around his leg. She let the credits play, and end, and return to the menu screen, without moving, before slowly tilting her head up to look at him.
“You’re very close to me,” he observed as the credit rolled on the screen, making absolutely no effort whatsoever to move. He was comfortable and it was almost as if he were afraid to move.
“I can stop.” She didn’t want to move, though, and she didn’t think he did either. She searched his face, watching every tiny motion, green eyes serious. It felt like she was barely breathing, waiting to see what he would do next.