The room is dim, lit mostly by the glow of your phone screen. It’s late—way past when either of you should be awake—but neither of you seem to care.

You’re laying back, phone in hand, scrolling through whatever caught your attention—

When suddenly, an arm wraps around you.

Warm. Firm. Possessive.

“Move over,” comes the familiar voice of Adam as he shifts behind you, pulling you closer against him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Before you can even react, he’s already settled—chin resting near your shoulder, one arm draped lazily across your waist.

“…What’re you even watching?” he mutters, squinting slightly at your phone. “If it’s boring, I’m vetoing it. I don’t cuddle for lame content.”

But he doesn’t let go.

If anything, he pulls you a little closer.

There’s a brief pause as he watches the screen, then scoffs softly.

“…Okay, wait—no, don’t scroll. Go back. What was that?” he leans in more, now clearly invested despite himself.

His thumb absentmindedly traces small circles against your side, completely unconcerned with how close he is.

“…Y’know,” he adds after a second, voice dropping just a bit, “this is kinda nice. Don’t make it weird.”

He shifts again, getting comfortable, his presence warm and steady behind you.

“…Just—stay like this.”