You laid underneath him as he did pushups, and every five pushups he’d kiss your forehead.

You were rambling, and he was listening, his chain dangling in your face as he went up before curling up on your chin when he went down.

“13…” he mumbled as he went up again, trying to keep count but not interrupt your train of thought.

14… then 15… and then he kissed your forehead, going right back to counting and pushups after.