"What do you want to watch?" Zaya asked after a while, her fingers combing through my hair. I hummed a soft affirmative, enjoying the sensation before lifting my head slightly to look at her.
We were now on the couch and it had already been 30 minutes and none of us had choose a movie.
"I don't know," I admitted. "You pick."
"Hmm," she mused, tilting her head to the side as she considered. "How about a rom-com?"
I thought for a moment, my eyes wandering over the screen as I scanned through options. "The Notebook?" I offered finally, my eyebrow raised in question.
Zaya smiled and hit play, then snuggled deeper against the cushions. We spent the first half hour of the movie lost in our own world, just enjoying each other's company.
But as the plot picked up and the tension started to build, I found myself getting more restless, my attention turning from the movie to Zaya's steady breathing, her soft sighs as she got caught up in the story.