I was jealous. He was mesmerized by what we were doing. She didn't mind but she wanted his attention, all of it. When she gently tugged at the zipper of his hoodie, it broke the spell. He looked at her and his cheeks rounded with a smile. His gaze locked back on her. Just like she liked it. Just like he liked it too.
I wanted to stare at them. Watch them longer. To see how he adored her because he did. And I couldn't tell if she deserved it because I had to turn away. But I let them linger in my peripheral. He casually looked at the objects on the table for sale. The soft part between his knuckles found the back or her arm. He ran his hand down her arm and slipped her hand in his. He didn't even have to lay eyes on her to do so, just having her near he knew where to reach.
That's what I miss. That time in life with no responsibilities. Life existed in the small moments with a boyfriend. That's why I write YA.