If you had to describe your boyfriend in one word, it would definitely be clingy.

You and JJ were sprawled out on the couch, with him spooning you from behind, his arms wrapped tight around your waist while you rested against his chest. In the next room, the rest of the Pogues were going wild—laughing, drinking, and carrying on like a bunch of rowdy kids at recess. But JJ? He only had one thing on his mind, and that was you.

“Come on, we should join them!” you laughed, trying to wriggle free and sit up. But JJ just tightened his grip, pulling you back down before you could escape.

“Nuh-uh, no way. You’re staying right here,” he said with a mischievous grin, planting a quick kiss on your neck. Before you knew it, he shifted, dragging both of you down further onto the couch. He stretched out behind you, holding you close like he had no intention of letting go anytime soon.

“You’re ridiculous,” you teased, but the warmth of his body against yours and the soft hum of his breath in your ear made it hard to care about missing out on whatever chaos was happening in the other room.

JJ just chuckled, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. “Yeah, but you love it.”

And damn it, he was right.