He reaches down and off to the side, and I take my hand from around his neck. His other hand is still firmly pressing against the small of my back. I reach up and touch his shoulder, completely lost in his eyes. I dare not look away, because if I do, I might actually wake up from this dream. I’m aware of the sound of a soft guitar echoing through the speakers as he pulls me a little closer. Liz must’ve found the speaker, and she’s chosen to play, of all songs, a cover of “Can’t Help Falling in Love,” the version from Crazy Rich Asians.
