I look to either side of me, but between me and all my winter layers there’s no room left for Ryan on my seat.
He bends down, speaking quietly. “You can sit on my lap, Blue.”
As his girlfriend, of course I would. As his roommate who is forming an unhealthy crush, it’s a terrible idea.
I finish my cocktail for liquid courage and stand with the blanket still wrapped around me, my skewer and sad marshmallow in my hand. Ryan takes a seat, one palm lingering on my hip and guiding me down to sit on his lap. He situates the blanket over me, then pulls me closer, my back flush with his chest and the warmth of his breath lingering on the skin of my neck.
“Good?” he whispers.
“Good.”
Good doesn’t do it justice. I’m great. I’m fan-f*****g-tastic. This man is huge and warm and these goddamn th
