Misti’s POV
I felt it before it anything happened, that change in the air when two people stop pretending they’re just existing in the same space
My hand brushed his as I reached for my glass of wine and everything paused in that second. He didn’t move away, seemed I didn’t have to even pretend it was accidental anymore.
This wasn't the first, second or third time our hands brushed each other, and each time, our eyes met.
“He's my type” I muttered within me
I looked down at my food, pretending to cut some steak but deeply, my mind was focused on him, as my knife fell to the ground.
“Oh!” I shook, just as I bent to pick up my knife, I could feel him.
Just a small touch but deliberate, he had also bent to pick it up for me.
“Oh Thanks!” I said, almost whispering, it was the lowest of
