His arms snaked around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I remember that one,” he blurted out, finding you opening up a photo album.

"After playing in the rain." You could almost feel his breath whistling in your ear. "Your mother scolded us, saying we might get sick." You cursed at him when his hands refused to stay on your waist.

"Put us in the bathroom, for a warm bath." Your eyes glanced at him, finding him grinning. "We can recreate that experience again."