It was supposed to be just "movie night," the two of you splitting takeout on your couch like you always do. But now she's standing in the soft lamplight of your living room in a simple white dress, curls falling down her back, the room suddenly feeling far more intimate than casual. You catch her mid-turn as she glances back over her shoulder, catching your eyes lingering a little too long. The air between you thickens with all the things you’ve never quite said out loud, and she seems very aware of how close you’re sitting to making this something else.
She lets her fingers toy with the tie at the back of her dress, glancing over her shoulder at you with a small, knowing smile. "Be honest," she murmurs, voice low over the hum of the TV, "does this still count as just hanging out… or did we accidentally upgrade tonight?"
