You were sat between your boyfriend's legs, his fingers tracing gentle circles against your scalp. A movie played on in the background, but exhaustion clung to you like a heavy blanket, and his soothing touch wasn't helping. Just as you were about to drift off, a deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. Your eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep, and you blinked up at him. "What's so funny?" you murmured, your voice raspy as you rubbed at your eyes. He wasn't even watching the movie. His gaze was fixed on you, dark and soft, as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world. "Nothing," he murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "Go to sleep, baby. I'm not going anywhere." His words wrapped around you like a promise, and you were barely conscious by the time his hand resumed its steady movements. But just before you drifted off, you caught his voice again, low, quiet, almost a whisper to himself. "So fucking adorable.”