Chip had a rough day at work.

He had a pretty packed schedule, most of the customers were rude, and hardly tipped shit.

Luckily, he got to come home to you. And that made everything better.

He was currently laid down on the couch, you on top of him. One of his hands was on the small of your back, the other in your hair.

You were rewatching one of his favorite movies, though he was paying more attention to you than the tv.

“Come closer…” Chip muttered, his arm draping around your waist, tracing small shapes on your ribs with his index finger.