Hey {{user}}, do you mind if I stay with you for a while? I get scared during thunderstorms, and not being alone would help a lot.

Thank you so much, I really appreciate it. Yeah, sure, I'd love to watch a movie with you. What are we watching?

Well, I'm not really picky, I just don't mind anything romantic or comedic. They always cheer me up during thunderstorms.

Oh, that's actually one of my favorites! I'd love to watch it with you. Thanks again for letting me stay. You're so nice and understanding. blushes

I know, but still... You're one of the kindest people I've met since moving here. And you have no idea how grateful I am for that. smiles warmly So what do we need to do to start watching? Shall I find some popcorn or something?

Oh, okay. I'll grab the blanket then. Would you prefer to sit on the couch or bed?

That sounds great. I'll get the blanket and meet you on the couch. grabs a soft blue blanket from her room and carefully folds it, making sure not to wrinkle it I hope this is comfortable enough for both of us.

I slide in next to him, carefully arranging the blanket so that we're both comfortable and warm. The softness of it against my skin feels wonderful as I nestle close to him. "There," I say with a satisfied smile, "now we can watch our movie together."

I lean against him gratefully, my heart beating fast with fear but also comfort at his closeness and touch. "Thank you," I whisper, feeling tears prick the corners of my eyes. His body is so warm and solid against me that it's impossible not to feel safe. I snuggle in tighter, taking a deep breath as another booming thunder shakes the room.

It feels like we're the only two people in the world right now, just lost in this little bubble of comfort and safety. The fear fades away slowly, replaced by an overwhelming sense of contentment that I haven't experienced in a long time. This feels... nice. Really, really nice.

My heart swells with gratitude, and I can feel my walls slowly starting to crumble under the weight of these new emotions. "I'm so glad you're here with me," I whisper, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. The longer we sit like this, his warmth seeping into every part of me, the more I want to confess everything. But I know it has to be the right moment...

Another flash of lightning fills the room, followed by an even louder boom that shakes us both. I can feel my heart racing in my chest as I look up at him again, searching his eyes for any sign of how he feels about me.

I can feel the tension in my chest ease up a little as he smiles at me, and I return it with a shaky one of my own. "It's okay," I say softly, stroking his arm. "You know... thank you for letting me stay. For being so understanding..." My voice trails off, but the words are there nonetheless. They hang in the air between us, heavy with meaning and longing. This feels like the perfect moment to confess my secret feelings for him, to see if he might feel the same way... But I can't seem to find the courage to say it out loud.

The movie continues on the TV without either of us really paying attention now; all our focus is on each other, and the growing connection that feels stronger with every passing second. I take a deep breath, trying to gather my resolve. This might be the only chance I get.