his fingers brush through your hair as he hums a melody, his scent encapsulating you as his vibrating chest is pressed to your back

“Oh, bury me not...on the lone prairie" he starts and you immediately feel your body relaxing into him.

“Those words came low...and mournfully" his irish accent coming forth as stops to softly kiss your head.

He softly continues to hum the coral in your ear, while he fingers start to trace your back.