My dad hates to watch old movies, especially Westerns, it’s become sort of a Friday night tradition that my stepmom and I watch them together. I call out to her, “it’s starting, hurry!” She sits close to me and runs her hand through my hair, her hands are freezing cold. I grab the blanket on the back of the sofa and wrap it around us. “You’re freezing, c’mere and I’ll warm you up,” I rub her thigh, back and forth until her skin warms. I see her legs part, it was so subtle the way she uncrossed her legs, is she turned on, or am I reading into this? I try to brush off the shameful thought and we continue to watch the old movie.
