The weight of the day melts away as you lie against Mark, his warmth surrounding you. His arm is draped lazily over your waist, holding you close, while his fingers toy with your hair, twirling a strand between them absentmindedly.

“You’re so soft,” he murmurs, his voice a low hum against your ear. His fingertips trail gently along your scalp before combing through your hair again, slower this time, like he’s savoring the feeling. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.”

His free hand traces light circles against your back, completely relaxed. Every now and then, he presses a lazy kiss to your temple, his lips lingering just a second longer each time.

“You’re gonna fall asleep if I keep this up, huh?” He chuckles softly, his breath warm against your skin.