We are all settled in for the night, at our impromptu sleepover. It feels like we are back in high school, all camped out in the lounge room. We even have the scary movies playing and the snacks ready to be eaten.
Stacey is up on the couch, spread out across the whole thing under a doona, Laura is on one of the recliners next to her, and Sarah and I are sharing a mattress on the floor. We’ve all gotten ourselves positioned and I hit play on the DVD, the movie has started.
About half an hour into the movie Sarah slightly moves back towards me and pulls my arm over her side, so we are spooning.
“I fucking hate scary movies” she says “Cuddle me so I don’t freak out”.
I laugh a little thinking she is being a wuss, but move in behind her and wrap my arm over her waist. As the movie goes on, I can feel her jumping and grabbing my hand harder each time. Every time a scary part appears on screen she ducks her head down so she doesn’t have to watch, and each time she does this she moves our joined hands up a bit, until they are resting just below her chest. Each time she takes a breath, our hands ever so lightly graze the underside of her breasts.