“Mhm, I love your hair.”

Jon whispered as he played with those strands of your hair. You were both in his room, your head on his chest, listening to his calm breathing, one of his hands was on your waist, the other caressed your dark hair, kissing your forehead gently.

You with your dark curls and him with his water color eyes. Both of you at that moment so cuddly and warm, just enjoying each other's presence while watching TV although you didn't really pay that much attention to it.