reading a book together aw
He loves reading, loves tracing the ridges on the spines of the books, skimming the pads of his fingertips along the inky black words that crawl across the pages. Likes to close his eyes and immerse himself in yet another world that he cannot physically embrace.
He likes it even more when he’s with Krystal.
Her voice gives solidity to the words. Not too sweet, not too calm. It’s a perfect in between where he can settle back and continue to dream on to his heart’s content, where the words trickle in slow steady streams onto his lap.
She likes it too, so they take turns. One page is for her, then one page for him. Shoulders bumping against each other, knees occasionally touching. And that’s how it always is.
He doesn’t think too much of it.