When we finished eating, we dropped our plates on the floor and tugged the blankets over our legs. Zed was on his pillow, and I was on mine, and there was a decent amount of space between us.

“This is awkward,” Zed whispered.

“I know,” I whispered back.

He snorted, and I fought a grin.

“Should we, like, snuggle?” I wondered, still speaking quietly.

“We can try it.”

I scooted over, and managed to roll right into Zed’s arms so our chests met with an “oof”.

He grinned ...