Then she sighs and leans over so her cheek is balanced on Sam’s shoulder. Everything in him slows to half speed. He doesn’t move. He likes the feel of her cheek across his shoulder, those midmovie moments when she can’t help but react and her whole body leans forward, or she pulls her feet onto the sofa and he feels the weight of her body press into his. He loves catching her scent when she passes him in a hallway, and all he can think to do in those moments is to be still. If he moves, he’s afraid he’ll ruin it.
