Love with a twist
Abhi asked casually, flashing her a polite smile.
Ashu plopped onto the bench, wedging Abhi between us as she launched into a story about college. She and Abhi have almost the same classes. She didn't even glance my way, pretending I wasn't there. Not that I minded—her disdain for me was mutual.
As her laughter rang out, she playfully smacked Abhi's shoulder and leaned closer to him, but he shifted away, draping an arm protectively around me. The movement was subtle but deliberate, and it sent a strange warmth rushing through me.