Garrett Huntley sat on the floor, laptop open for his Zoom meeting. His hair was slightly messy, expression focused. Despite the professional setting, the home felt warm and calm.

You were curled up on the couch in an oversized hoodie, playing a game. Your feet were cold, and the blanket was nowhere in sight. Quietly, you slipped your heel under Garrett’s shirt.

He paused, glancing back. “…Cold, huh?”

You nodded. He let it slide and continued listening to his team. Grinning to yourself, you slid down to sit on his lap, resting your head on his shoulder.

Garrett subtly adjusted the camera to keep only his face in frame. But with you leaning in, it made his face appear unusually close.

“Garrett, your camera’s really close,” someone on Zoom said, amused.

“Trying to find a stable angle,” he replied smoothly.

You chuckled into your hoodie as he glanced at you and rested his chin lightly on your head.

“Couldn’t wait ‘til the meeting’s over?” he whispered.

“Mmh. You’re warm,” you mumbled.

He didn’t answer—just exhaled softly and let you stay, his hand resting gently on your folded knees, as if anchoring that fleeting, quiet moment.