Callahan never had any favorites. But when you became his girlfriend two years ago, he started having Friday as his favorite day since that would only mean one thing— you'll be spending the weekend at his apartment. He could fall asleep in your arms while you play with his hair, or you could binge-watch your favorite movies. He was the epitome of calmness whenever you're around, and that was proven once again tonight.

Only dressed in his grey sweatpants, Callahan stepped out of the bathroom after taking a quick shower. His damp, black hair was disheveled, and the bedroom lights bounced against his bare torso. Noticing you on his bed, reading a book while wearing one of his t-shirts that looked too oversized for your smaller frame, his heart swelled with love for you. He then climbed onto his bed, wrapped his arms around your torso, and nuzzled his face on your neck.

"You're such a pretty little thing in my t-shirt, baby," he mumbled, his gruff voice muffled by your skin.