Asif and I had gravitated closer and closer. It started with his hand on my thigh, then slight adjustments here and there before we were shoulder to shoulder. Then, his arm rested behind me while part of my back was against a part of his chest. When one of the guys made a joke about gelatin, I laughed, turning to Asif and not realizing how close our faces would be. He was closed-mouth smiling, too, and it was so mesmerizing that what was supposed to be a quick glance turned into a lingering, smiling, blushing stare.
