My Sunday?

Sunday's pov:

The warmth of the afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a golden hue across the room. Y/N and I were sitting on the couch, the air comfortable, a soft silence between us as we watched something on TV. Her head rested against my shoulder, and I could feel the occasional shift of her body as she got more comfortable, her hand casually resting on my knee. It was one of those lazy moments that made me feel more at peace than anything else.

We were talking about random things, laughing at small jokes, when Y/N suddenly leaned forward to grab her drink from the coffee table. She knocked something off by accident, and I heard the light thud of it hitting the floor.

"Oops," Y/N chuckled, quickly leaning down to retrieve whatever she had dropped.

I watched as she leaned over, her body stretching in that way that always seemed to make everything in me tingle. She was so graceful, and the way she moved made my stomach flip every time. She reached for the object on the floor, and in the process, her hand brushed against my leg. I didn't think much of it at first—until her fingers slid a little further up my inner thigh, just enough to make my breath catch in my throat.

Her touch wasn't accidental. It was deliberate, but not in a way that felt like she was testing boundaries or pushing things. It was like she was just... being herself, unaware of the effect she had on me. Her fingers gave my thigh a gentle squeeze before she quickly pulled back to grab the object she had dropped.

I froze, my chest tightening and my breath suddenly shallow. I tried to keep my expression neutral, but the warmth spreading from where her fingers had pressed into my thigh was unmistakable, a heat I couldn't ignore. My body betrayed me, reacting to her touch in a way I hadn't quite expected.

I cleared my throat softly, shifting uncomfortably on the couch, hoping she didn't notice the way my heart was racing or the slight tension in my posture. I had to swallow hard to try to get my composure back, but it was difficult when all I could focus on was the lingering feeling of her hand on my skin.

Y/N straightened up and glanced over at me, the same carefree smile still on her lips. "Got it," she said with a playful little grin, completely oblivious to the fact that she'd just sent my heart into overdrive with that one simple touch.

I smiled back, trying to act casual, but it was hard to hide the effect she had on me. Her eyes were still focused on me, and for a moment, I felt the air between us change, like there was something unspoken hanging there. Something that felt charged, but neither of us was ready to acknowledge it.

She didn't say anything, but I noticed how she subtly shifted closer to me on the couch, her leg brushing against mine. I could feel the weight of her presence, even more now than before, and the heat on my skin only intensified. I wondered if she realized how much of an impact her touch had on me, how much it made my body react, or if she was still completely unaware.

Either way, I couldn't deny the effect she had on me. Every little move, every small gesture, every glance she sent my way made my heart race and my pulse quicken. It was the way she looked at me, the way she touched me, the way she made everything feel so effortless and yet so overwhelming all at once.

I forced myself to breathe deeply, trying to calm the fluttering in my chest. "You're... you're a little clumsy, huh?" I said, attempting to make light of the situation, even though my voice came out quieter than usual.

Y/N laughed, that sweet, carefree laugh that always made everything feel right in the world. "I know, I know," she said, shifting back against the cushions, still close but no longer pressing so much against me. "I think it's because I'm always thinking about other things. Like you."

My breath hitched at her words, and I felt my heart skip a beat. She didn't seem to realize how much that simple confession had an effect on me. She was still looking at me with that innocent, relaxed expression, but in my head, a whirlwind of thoughts rushed through me, my mind spinning in a mixture of excitement and hesitation.

Was she playing with me? Or was this just Y/N being Y/N, completely unaware of how much she affected me? My eyes flicked to her, but I couldn't hold her gaze for too long, my emotions too tangled to make sense of them.

I gave her a small smile, my hand nervously fiddling with the hem of my shirt as I tried to steady myself. "Well, I think that's what makes you... you," I said softly, my voice betraying the way my emotions had shifted.

She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she were studying me, and for a moment, I wondered if she knew exactly what she had done to me. But then she just grinned, flashing her usual playful smile that made everything feel light again. "Good thing you love me anyway."

I couldn't help but laugh, my heart still racing, but I didn't argue. She was right. No matter what she did, no matter how she made me feel, I was already in too deep. I loved her. I'd always loved her. And moments like these, the ones where she made me feel like the luckiest person alive just by being near me, reminded me of that.

So, I let myself relax, leaning back into the couch, trying to ignore the way my body still felt the echoes of her touch, knowing that whatever happened next, I'd always be here—falling for her a little more every day.