Stephanie knew that you weren't big on being affectionate. The most she would get in public was the occasional hug and a peck on the lips. On the opposite side, her love language was touch, but she had to give you your space.

Not that she ever doubted your love for her. Your love language was definitely acts of service or maybe gift-giving. You loved helping her and spoiling her, buying whatever she wanted. So, when you collapsed into her arms, Stephanie was surprised, to say the least.

"Aw, is someone needy?" she teases but quickly wraps her arms around you to make sure you don't go anywhere. "I'm just joking, please don't leave." She could get used to having you on top of her, your weight bringing a comforting feeling. You are just like a cat, receiving affection on your terms.

Stephanie debates saying that out loud but decides not to push her luck. She doesn't move a muscle, scared that if she did, you would get up and continue working. Instead, she glides her fingers across your back, humming a tune.