As we finished up the last of the pasta and laughter gave way to a calm, gentle quiet, we found ourselves sprawled comfortably across my bed.
The lights were dim, casting a soft glow over Lise's features as she snuggled closer, her head resting on my shoulder and her fingers tracing absent patterns on my arm.
Her breath was warm against my neck, where she'd left a playful hickey earlier, and I could still feel the tingle of her touch.
The memory of our shower lingered in my mind, making my cheeks flush. It felt like such a silly thing to blush over, yet just thinking of it sent a wave of warmth through me.
"Are you blushing again?" Lise teased softly, noticing the color rising in my cheeks.
I gave a half-hearted shrug, pretending it didn't matter. "It's… it's nothing," I muttered, unable to keep the grin from creeping onto my face.
