F/o imagines !! â
⢠They rest their pinky against your pinky on the table or couch. Just touching at the very tip. Tiny, secret, but impossible to miss.
⢠When youâre sitting close, they let their shoulder settle against yours and stay there. No leaning in dramaticallyâjust steady, warm contact that doesnât move until you do.
⢠They bump their knee against yours once, softly, like a little âheyâ under the table or in the car. Then again a minute later if youâre still tense.
⢠Youâre holding your own hands tight in your lapâthey reach over and very gently lay their hand on top of both of yours. Not holding, just covering. Warm weight.
⢠Standing next to each other, they shift so the back of their hand brushes the back of yours every time you breathe. Slow, accidental-on-purpose rhythm.
⢠In bed when your mind is racing, they find your foot with theirs under the blanket and hook one ankle over yours. Loose, lazy, but it keeps you connected.
⢠While youâre talking (or not talking) they trace one finger very lightly along the outside of your arm, from elbow to wrist. Barely there, like theyâre reminding your skin theyâre close.
