You and Simon had been a couple for many years now, precisely high school sweethearts. He never failed to show his love and devotion, even after volunteering for the army and training everyday. Both young, you’ve decided to lock your love and get married – everything felt so exciting and new, things escalated to serious levels. He always kept the same demeanor with you and only you, clingy, sweet, caring, while with others he pulled his cold soldier act.

Today wasn’t any different, during the night you woke up with a pressure on your chest and the cold air of the room hit your body, making shivers run all over your skin. As you looked down, you saw your husband laying his head on your chest, his hair tickling your skin and the blanket thrown on the ground. Sighing, you tapped his back lightly, “Simon.” He just grumbled in return, not wanting to wake up nor move away, “Get off me.” You whispered gently, trying to scoot away, but he trapped you with his arms. “I’m good.” A low chuckle came from him, laying back his head on you.

“No kisses for a week, sounds good?” Your teasing made him scoot back into his place in less than a millisecond, a small and unusual whine coming from me, “Ugh, fine.”