"Everything's perfect," I tell him, and I mean it.
He leans down and kisses me, soft and sweet, and I feel Whiskers shift in my lap as she makes room for him to sit down. Devil settles on the other side of Dani, pulling her against his side.
"What are we watching?" Devil asks, gesturing at the TV.
"Some show about an ice dancer and a bad boy," Dani explains. "It's terrible."
"Terrible in the best way," I add, throwing a pillow at her. "Very dramatic, lots of angst. He's the bad boy, she's the good girl, and she can't get enough of how bad he actually is."
Dime chuckles, reaching over to scratch behind Whiskers' ears. "Sounds riveting, and kind of like you and me."
I snort-laugh, rolling my eyes. "Oh, it is. They just had a fight because he saw her talking to her ex-partner, and now she's threatening to quit the competition."
"Let me guess, they're going to make up by the end of the episode?" Devil asks.
"Probably through a dramatic ice skating routine where they realize they can't live without each other," Dani says with a grin.
I unpause the show, and we all settle in to watch. It's ridiculous and over-the-top, and I love every second of it. Not because the show is good, but because I'm sitting here with the people I care about most, feeling normal for the first time in what feels like forever.
Dime's arm comes around my shoulders, and I lean into him, careful not to disturb Whiskers who's now purring contentedly between us. On the other side of the couch, I can see Dani and Devil in a similar position, her head on his shoulder, his hand playing with her hair.
"This is nice," I murmur.
"What is?" Dime asks.
"This. All of us together, just watching bad TV and being normal."
"We are pretty normal," Devil says, and Dani snorts.
"Babe, we are many things, but normal is not one of them," I laugh, thinking about what the last few days have held for the two of us.
He twirls a piece of my hair around his finger. "Speak for yourself. I'm extremely normal."
"You ride a motorcycle for a living and have a leather cut with patches on it. You are the opposite of normal."
"The patches are cool though," I point out.
"Thank you, babel. At least someone appreciates my fashion choices."
We all laugh, and the sound fills the room. On the TV, the ice dancer is crying because the bad boy just told her he's leaving the competition. It's absurd and melodramatic, and I can't stop smiling, because this is the shit I love. It doesn't have to be going on in my life, for me to eat it up.
"Oh my god, he's not actually leaving," Dani says, throwing a piece of popcorn at the screen. "This is such a fake-out."
"Of course it is. They've got three more episodes left in the season," I agree.
"You think they end up together?" Dime asks.
"One hundred percent. This is that kind of show."
"Good. I like a happy ending." He gives me a wink.
I glance up at him, and there's something in his eyes that makes my heart skip. He's not just talking about the show, and we both know it.
"Me too," I say softly.
The episode continues, and just like we predicted, the bad boy comes back. There's a big romantic gesture involving a choreographed skating routine and a declaration of love in front of everyone. It's cheesy and perfect, and when they kiss on the ice, I feel tears in my eyes.
"You crying?" Dime asks, amusement in his voice.
