Sean glared down at the sheet of paper, eyes narrowed to near closing. Your lover was trying to read, with you teaching him to the best of your abilities. He'd almost given up three times now, but sweet touches and words from you quickly changed his mind back to the original goal.

“That,” the Irishman started to say, half distracted by your hand on his knee, the way your thumb rubbed his leg. “Tha’ says my name, don't it?”

It did. You'd written several words and individual letters (simple things, ‘dog’, ‘cat’, and the like) onto the paper — Sean only on the first one.