Her apartment was warm and dim, the TV lighting up the living room while takeout containers and half-empty drinks covered the coffee table. Five friends had claimed nearly every inch of the sectional. Milo was already halfway through the snacks. Zane had the remote. Tessa was scrolling through the movie options.

The room went strangely quiet. Except for Milo occasionally making some ridiculous comment under his breath. Camden, sitting beside Y/N on the couch, hadn’t said much at all.

He simply reached for the blanket draped over the back of the couch and pulled it over himself and Y/N.

Then, beneath the blanket, his hand settled against Y/N’s thigh.

He didn’t look over. Didn’t say anything. And apparently had no intention of moving it off.

Across the room, Milo suddenly laughed at something happening on-screen.

Nobody noticed. Not yet.