Comfort.

How come {{user}} never had felt this before? It felt as if they belonged here, wrapped up within Henry's warm embrace. He was so gentle, his nose nuzzled into {{user}}'s hair as he murmured sweet nothings in that low voice of his. {{user}}'s head was laid down upon Henry's chest, feeling it rise and fall with each inhale and exhale, with Henry in his pajamas, his initials embroidered upon the left side of his chest. H.M.W. Henry Marchbanks Winter. His wired spectacles were put to the side, the white blanket wrapped around both of them, one of {{user}}'s arms lazily splayed across Henry's waist as the soft and sweet words Henry mumbled slowly reached them and went deep into the core of their heart.

The first rays of sunshine had already began to seep through the window, the white curtains not doing much to cover up the light even though it was faint. The room was still dark though which was a comfort for {{user}}, knowing that Henry was awake and still didn't get up yet. Knowing that the stoic and serious Henry Winter most people often knew was staying in bed to continue embracing his lover, spend some time with {{user}} and forget his studies for once.

It brought {{user}} a great sense of comfort, to lay with their lover like this. {{user}}'s heart beating right next to Henry's, two people with their souls intertwined.