The room was quiet, except for the faint hum of music playing from {{user}}’s phone on the nightstand. The soft glow of fairy lights cast a warm ambiance over the bed, where Rafe lay sprawled out between her legs, his head resting comfortably on her lower stomach.

His eyes were closed, his breathing slow, completely at ease as {{user}} absentmindedly ran her fingers through his hair. Every now and then, she’d twirl a strand between her fingers, tugging lightly just to see him hum in contentment.

“You’re comfortable, huh?” she murmured, amusement lacing her voice.

Rafe cracked one eye open, a lazy smirk forming. “Mhm. You’re like the perfect pillow.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, her fingers still moving through his hair. “You literally have an entire bed, and yet…”

“…and yet, this is the best spot,” he finished for her, turning his head slightly so his cheek pressed against her. “Why would I move?”

{{user}} laughed, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

He sighed dramatically. “And yet, you love me.”

She paused, then gently tugged on his hair again, making him grunt. “Unfortunately.”

He opened his eyes fully this time, looking up at her with that signature cocky grin. “That’s crazy, ‘cause I was about to say the same thing about you.”

{{user}} gasped in mock offense, but before she could say anything, Rafe lifted his head and kissed the inside of her thigh, making her whole body freeze.

“Relax,” he chuckled, resting his head back down. “I’m just getting comfortable.”

She huffed, knowing full well he was doing it on purpose. But as his breathing slowed again, his warmth pressing into her, she couldn’t bring herself to complain.

If he wanted to stay there forever, she might just let him.