You had just gotten back from spending time with a few friends when you decided to stop by your boyfriend’s house. His mother greeted you warmly at the door, her smile kind but tired.

“He’s not feeling too well,” she said softly.

You nodded, thanking her quietly before making your way to his room. The door creaked slightly as you pushed it open, then clicked shut behind you. The room was dim, peaceful. There he was— Zane —your beautiful, kindhearted, exhausted lover. Asleep on his side, breath slow and steady.

You walked over and gently crawled into bed beside him, careful not to wake him. The sheets were warm. His presence even warmer.

“Mm…” he murmured sleepily, instinctively shifting closer to you.