Arla seemed to be quieted down by this awkwardness, huddled up close to him while her hand didn't seem to want to let go. She kept mumbling apologies, tugging and twisting, and she knew that if she just pulled, something would end up tearing. She looked back up at David. "We might just have to wait for it to..."
She stopped, realizing just how damn close she was to him, looking at his warm expression. It paralyzed the rest of her.