They watch a movie together one night when Marcus is out of the house. Zeke lounges on the couch. Isabell is set up on some pillows next to him. She glances over at him every now and then. He is busy watching the movie, he doesn't notice her looking.
She finds herself daydreaming. Being held, warm and cozy against his chest. His heartbeat thrumming through her. She turns her attention back to the movie, her cheeks burning. There was a time when the thought of being held so close to a human would have filled her with terror, now here she is daydreaming about it, and blushing. She doubts he would say no if she asked him. Perhaps he's thinking the same thing, but he's too nervous to ask. She glances once more before catching herself and pulling her eyes away. No, he's probably not even thinking about it. Usually he has a tell for when he wants to hold her, he'll start fidgeting with his hands. He's just watching the movie right now. She should just be watching the movie.
The next time she steals a glance his way, he's looking right at her. She jolts, caught red handed.
"Do you need something? You keep looking at me, and it's making me nervous." He raises an eyebrow slightly.
"Sorry! Sorry. I, no I'm fine." She quickly looks back towards the TV, embarrassed.
"You sure?" He doesn't buy it.
"Yeah, yeah." Silence hangs in the air, he doesn't look away from her. She breaks, "Well, alright, I was just thinking that we could be... closer... If you wanted to be." She loses steam part way through that sentence. By the end her voice is a shy whisper.
"Closer?" He asks, and she just nods. "Well... How close would you like me to be?"
"Um. Just- Just as close as you want to be..." She finally musters up the courage to look at him again, her face must be bright red.
"Isabell, I'm not sure you know how close that would be." He starts fidgeting with his hands, she smiles.
"Try me."
