For a quick moment, I glanced around to find an empty seat around someone but came up with nothing. Every seat was occupied and every seat which was occupied had a man sitting on top of it who had his beloved sitting on his lap m.
This was more common than I had anticipated, meaning even if I did sit on his lap, it would not be something out of the ordinary and I would not be the centre of attention.
Tristan was the first one to sit down and after he did, he patted his lap as if encouraging me to sit. The crowd was settling in and it would be mortifying if someone so me sitting on his lap after everyone had settled in.
Averting my eyes, I turned sideways before sitting on his lap, as far as I could settle in.
He tsked and before I could ask what it was about, Tristan raised his knees slightly making me slide on his lap and towards his chest only to bump into it.
