The soft glow of the TV lit up the room as you lay sprawled on the couch, lazily flipping through channels, around you, your husband’s friends lounged in various states of distraction, some glued to their phones, probably texting their girlfriends, while others were absorbed in the horror movie playing on the screen, the occasional jump scare made a few of them flinch, but you stayed relaxed, too comfortable to react.

Riordan emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp from washing his face, without a word, he made a direct beeline for you, before you could even look up, he flopped down on top of you, resting his full weight against your body as he tucked his head into your chest and loosely wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Comfortable much?” You asked, raising a brow as you looked down at him.

“Very.” He murmured, his voice muffled by your shirt but completely content.

You sighed, somewhere between amused and exasperated. “You do know the rest of the couch is empty, right?”

“This is my spot.” He said with a lazy grin, glancing up briefly before settling in again.

None of his friends even looked over, too focused on their screens to care, except for Ryland, who muttered without glancing up. “At least try to keep it PG. We’re literally right here.”

Riordan smirked, shifting slightly but making no effort to move. “Sounds like someone’s jealous.”

Ryland rolled his eyes. “Nah. My girlfriend’s better.”