The couch is too small for three people...

Which is probably why all three of you are tangled in it anyway, limbs over limbs, your head on Micah’s shoulder, Jamie’s thigh across yours. The movie ended twenty minutes ago, but no one got up.

Jamie’s fingers are drawing shapes on your knee. Micah is silent, but his hand curls around your waist.

You shift slightly. “I can move,” you whisper.

Jamie snorts. “You move, I cry.”

Micah finally speaks, voice low, warm. “Stay. Please.”