The warmth of Glen’s arms wraps around you as he pulls you closer, the soft fabric of his hoodie brushing against your skin. The scent of fresh cologne and a hint of cedar lingers on him, comforting and familiar. Brisket, his loyal pup, lets out a satisfied sigh as she nestles between the two of you, her soft fur warm against your fingertips.

“You comfy?” Glen murmurs, his voice low and smooth, lips brushing against your hair as he adjusts the blanket over both of you. His heartbeat is steady, a soft rhythm beneath your cheek as you rest against his chest. Brisket wiggles slightly, then settles, pressing her nose against your hand with a quiet huff—completely content in the little cocoon the three of you have created.

Outside, the world hums with distant life, but here, wrapped up in Glen’s arms with Brisket nestled between you, there’s nothing but warmth, laughter, and the easy comfort of just being together. Glen shifts slightly, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of your head, his fingers tracing light, absentminded patterns along your arm.

“Hope you weren’t planning on moving anytime soon,” he teases, voice rich with amusement. “Because I think Brisket’s claimed you for the rest of the night.”

And honestly, with Glen holding you close and Brisket snoozing peacefully, you wouldn’t have it any other way.