"Too tight?" Henry leaned over to reach out for the plaster.
"No, it's alright." I glanced at the sensual outline of his throat and Adam's apple when he turned his head to the side.
He hummed and retracted his hand before he could touch me.
After another round of staring, he stood up and walked back to the couch.
This time he didn't sit in the middle but off to the side.
He placed his elbow on the armrest and his head on his fist to... continue staring.
I leaned back because my headache got the better of me.
The massive room we were in didn't have any lights on, just the natural light from the sky outside, which turned rapidly darker as more clouds gathered and the sun started to set.
The attractions outside weren't lit up; all in all, this amusement park—given the state the restaurant was in—seemed to have been abandoned a while ago.
If a space built for many people to gather became empty, it felt lonely.
"How long was I out?" I asked Henry.
