His finger twitches
just enough to catch her eye through the twilight room and cigarette smoke. He could be keeping time with the band’s decent cover of that song she sings him while they do dishes together before settling in for the evening. It’s a sweet song, and when he joins her in the refrain their voices together sound decent, too. And then she thinks maybe he’s remembering touching her there, right there, which makes her think of her body twitching in response. It’s a sweet feeling, and when his body joins hers in the final verse, well, they’re pretty damned decent together, too.