Marlow lay back against the pillows, one arm curled comfortably around your head, holding you close as you rested against her chest. Her phone sat in her other hand, Minecraft glowing softly while her thumb moved with easy confidence.

Every now and then, she’d shift just a little, adjusting her hold so you fit better.

At one point, she leaned her head down without really thinking about it, brushing her nose lightly into your hair and taking a quiet breath. Nothing exaggerated—just familiar, comfortable.

She went back to the game like nothing happened, fingers steady. “…You’re warm,” she murmured, almost absentmindedly.

Her arm stayed around you, gentle but sure, like she wasn’t letting go anytime soon.