C –

Comfortable, (adj.): being in a state of physical or mental comfort; contented and undisturbed; at ease.

Nora:

When we walked into your apartment the first time; the first thing I saw was your brother pulling a t-shirt over his head.

"Roman? I thought you were going out?" You groaned, and I could see the embarrassment on your face.

"Sorry!" He said, "I am on my way, just running a little late!" He ran a hand through his nearly black curls, and bent down to pull on his shoes before picking up the black leather-jacket that was hanging on the back of the couch. Pulling it over his white shirt he walked towards us, stopping in front of me with a big smile and an outstretched hand; "Hi! You must be Nora; I have heard so much about you! I'm Roman, Noah's more handsome younger brother."

"Brother!" you exclaimed, but there was laughter in your voice. I laughed too, taking his hand and shaking it; "nice to meet you, Roman."

With a quick shake and a slight punch to your shoulder he ran out the door, leaving us alone in the apartment that I had learnt you shared with him on our first date.

It was more of a penthouse than an apartment really, and the view was amazing. You offered me some red wine and we settled on the sofa – watching some meaningless TV-show.

I felt the awkwardness creep in as we sat there in silence, both sipping wine and staring at the TV. You moved around a lot, and I could feel your stare many times during the next 20 minutes.

"Ok, I am just going to say it; this show is the worst."

Looking over at you I felt nothing but relief, as laughter bubbled up my throat, "finally," I giggled, "I was afraid this was your favorite show or something."

You looked positively outraged, and settled your glass onto the table before reaching over to take mine, settling it next to yours.

"What are you-"

I squealed as you reached for me, your hands skimming along my sides at an infuriating pace as you tickled me. When you finally stopped I was pressed into your side, your arms around me to hold me in place. Calming down I snatched the remote from the table, letting my side stay pressed against yours as I quickly switched through the channels, settling on a rerun of Game of Thrones.

Looking up on you I saw your smile, and though you removed one of your arms, the other one stayed around my shoulders. I leant my head onto your shoulder and stayed like that throughout the entire show; internally screaming as you sweetly pressed your lips to the top of my head, and reveling in how comfortable I was right at this moment. Not only because you had your arm wrapped around me and I felt both warm and safe – but because I had gotten to see a side that very few others had seen.