He could feel your gentle fingers combing through his long, crimson red hair as he pretended to be asleep, his eyes squeezed shut, though the subtle flush on his face told you otherwise — but still, you didn’t point it out…it would have embarrassed him and ruined the whole moment.

A few scars littered his back as the covers slid off of it, though covering most of him up, leaving his wide back exposed. He hadn’t told you of his night job, he didn’t plan to— you worry too much already.