The late morning sunlight spilled generously through the wide windows, painting the living room in pale gold. Alice sat curled on the couch, her bare feet tucked beneath her as she flipped idly through a glossy magazine. Travis lounged in his chair nearby, his wheelchair positioned close enough that their hands could brush when he stretched. He was reading something on his tablet, though his gaze kept lifting to her face instead of the screen.
"Stop staring," Alice said without looking up, her lips tugging into a smile. "I can feel it."
Travis smirked. "Maybe I just like the view better than these boring financial reports."
"Mmhm." She closed the magazine and tossed it onto the coffee table. "You've been saying that all week. If you keep staring at me like that, you'll start seeing wrinkles I don't even have yet."
