There was a gentle glimmer in the soft brown of Sian’s eyes that I had never seen in anyone’s before. The way she looked up at me with each stolen glance as the 5 of us walked home, gripped my heart in a way that felt nurturing and yet devilish. Every now and then her fingers would graze against mine. A teasing touch that made me wish, deeply, that we were alone together. Our conversation flittered from one musical artist to another. Discussing our shared affection for the lyrical content of La Dispute or the emotional tinge to The Gaslight Anthem or who we preferred between Good Charlotte and Simple Plan. In such a short space of time, I had never felt such a connection with someone.
We arrived at Sian’s sister Rebecca’s house and all went inside. Sian and I sat together on the smaller sofa and, after making us all a hot drink, Rebecca joined Karl and Ryan on the larger sofa to the right of us. Sian rested her head on my shoulder and pulled a black, star covered blanket from the top of the sofa over the two of us.