Craig's POV
I could still feel her palm on my shoulder even though it was gone. Everything inside me screamed, don't make this worse.
"You okay?" I asked, voice lower than it should've been.
She blinked and nodded slowly. "Yeah. Just…"
Then she did that hand gesture. That universal, impatient flick of the fingers people give when someone's in their way. A quick, silent move out of my way that didn't need words. She didn't even look at me properly, just threw the signal like I was some nobody standing in front of the bathroom line.
So I stepped aside. Or, at least, I tried to.
Because somehow, as she moved and I moved, we both picked the exact same direction again and bumped into each other.
Harder this time.
She stumbled again. "Ugh," she muttered under her breath, clearly annoyed, brushing her hair back as she started to step around me one more time.
That's when I'd had enough.
Without thinking, I reached out. My hand landed gently on her bare left shoulder.
