I smile when I’m done and pull back to find Daniel staring at me with wide eyes. I realise what I did and cradle my hand. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Daniel. I didn’t mean to…” I feel mortified. In the last couple of days, the lines between Daniel and I have begun to blur. I’ve gotten so used to him throwing his arm around my shoulder or playing with my hair that I didn’t think much of it.
