(Two person’s POV)
Juniper POV
We were supposed to be watching a movie.
The documentary played in the background, some old hockey history Tristan had put on “for research.” The volume was low, the narration just a murmur beneath the sound of our breathing. I was curled into the far corner of the massive couch, knees drawn up to my chest like a shield, pretending to watch the screen while every part of me was hyper-aware of the man sitting only two feet away.
Tristan had been quiet all evening. The concussion still made him dizzy if he moved too fast, so he’d stayed mostly still, one arm draped along the back of the couch. His fingers rested near my shoulder. Not touching. Just… close. Close enough that I could feel the heat of him. Close enough that I kept remembering how it felt when
