The room was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting a warm, golden light over everything it touched. You lay on your back, nestled into the softness of the bed, the peaceful quiet of the woods outside wrapping the moment in a calm feeling of blissful peace. Billy, your boyfriend, was lying on top of you, his upper body comfortably settled between your legs, his head resting gently on your stomach.

His arms draped loosely around your waist, holding you close, but with a tenderness that contrasted his usually tough exterior. You could feel the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, as his face pressed against you, his cheek resting against your skin like he belonged there. Every so often, you'd feel his lips graze your stomach in the softest of kisses, his way of being affectionate without needing to say a word.

"You feel good,"he mumbled against your skin, his voice muffled but carrying a warmth that made you smile. His arms tightened around you slightly, pulling you even closer.

You turned your head just enough to catch a glimpse of his face, his eyes half-lidded, a lazy smile playing on his lips. There was something unguarded about him in moments like these, when it was just the two of you, the world outside falling away. His usual tough exterior softened, his sharp edges melted into a quiet tenderness.