I don’t move away.
Neither does Sam.
The touch is like a fizzing static, waiting to be unleashed. I glance at Pikachu.
‘That’s big.’
‘I know.’
‘What did you say?’
My fingers splay out around the mug. ‘He said I could think about it.’
‘And have you?’
‘I’d like to be casual and say I haven’t thought about it at all, but it’s all that’s been on my mind since.’ I glance at Sam, trying to read his expression, but he gives nothing away. ‘He said about us being friends. But he also said he’s missed me. And I thought, we’re in this now, aren’t we? What if we offered to double-date, and then I can tell him what I’m thinking when it comes to helping him with his wedding?’
Sam’s hands are clasped together, his thumbs rolling over one another. It’s oddly mesmerising. ‘Okay.’
‘You’ll do it?’
‘I’ll do it,’ he says. ‘That’s what fake boyfriends are for.’
‘I’m glad you agree.’
‘Do you want to help him?’
I blow air into my cheeks, sitting back in my seat. ‘Truth is, I don’t know.’
‘Think about it.’
‘Yeah, I’ll think about it.’
‘And I’ll be right here with you.’
There’s a twinkle in his eye.
Can I see myself picking flower arrangements and attending suit fittings and God knows what else for my ex who I definitely shouldn’t have feelings for?
Sam stretches, his T-shirt riding up, revealing a trail of hair that disappears beneath Calvin Klein boxers. My eyes linger too long, only snatching away when he laughs.
‘Like that?’
‘I… What?’
He touches the soft hair, eyes on me.
‘My treasure trail,’ Sam says.
‘Oh, was I looking?’
‘You tell me.’
‘Take it as a compliment.’
To my disappointment, Sam leans forward, the hair vanishing underneath his T-shirt.
‘You wanna see where it disappears to?’
