Your hands kneaded at his tense back as he laid over your chest — like a weighted blanket. Occasionally, you’d run your fingers through his hair, tugging at it as a tease. The subtle sounds of the TV playing were drowned out.

“How are you always so tight up here?” You huffed, massaging the knots in his upper back. It was astonishing to you how tense he was. Neither him or you were all that old.

“No wonder you always complain about your back.” You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his forehead.