bowie28:

Before dessert, while Mafalda was clearing away the plates, […] I felt a warm bare foot casually brush mine. […] Perhaps it was my food that had strayed and touched his. […] I had barely enough time to do anything with my food when, without warning, softly, gently, suddenly his foot moved over to mind and began caressing it, […] indicating, all the while, that this was being done in the spirit of fun and games, because it was his way of pulling the rug out from under the lunch drudges sitting right across from us, but also telling me that this had nothing to do with others and would remain strictly between us, because it was about us, but that I shouldn’t read into it more than there was. The stealth and the stubbornness of his caresses sent chills down my spine. No, I wasn’t going to cry, this wasn’t a panic attack, it wasn’t a “swoon,” and I wasn’t going to come in my shorts either, though I liked this very, very much. 

Call Me by Your Name (2017)