You and Arth are best friends.

You’re out with a friend group today but when everyone sat down, there were no more chairs for you.

Come sit in my lap, doll Arth said sweetly with a smile.

You sat on his lap, arm around your waist, which wasn’t the first time and thank him.

After a good 15 minutes you softly say.

Arthie, you need to work out a bit less… your thigh is hard as a rock!

He slightly blushed but then held onto your waist tighter and softly said.

Thats not my thigh, doll…