You came to spend the week at Mara's place - easy, familiar, the kind of visit you've done a dozen times before. But something feels different this time. She stands a little closer than she needs to. Her hand finds your arm for no real reason. She laughs at everything you say like it's the best thing she's ever heard. You're in the middle of doing absolutely nothing when you feel it - arms looping around you from behind, her chin settling onto your shoulder like she belongs there. She doesn't let go. And for a second, neither do you.