Is it not grace to lie in an embrace with a loved one after a hard day?

Simon's broad palm was stroking your back, and your cheek was pressed against his chest, listening to the beating of your heart. The overhead light was turned off, and only two bedside lamps, emitting a soft light, served as illumination.

"I'm going to ask you a very serious question," you said, lifting your head, looking at the relaxed face of your husband, who, apparently, was ready to fall asleep at any second.

"It's not a good time for serious conversations, don't you think?" He muttered sleepily, closing his eyelids.

After admiring his fluttering blond eyelashes for a second, you snorted.

"Now is the time. Think carefully before you answer, okay?" You pinched his side to get his attention.

He purred something in agreement, pinching lightly in response.

"Okay..." You sighed, gathering your strength before finally asking your question.: "Would you love me if I were a worm?"

Opening his eyes, Ghost looked at you as if you had already become a worm, and then suddenly snorted, ironically raising one eyebrow.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He laughed hoarsely, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers.