Your eyes stayed on the book in your hands, your mind occupied on the story. It was a rainy night, the dim light of the candle lighting up the room with a soft orange.

Jayce walks in the room, not bothering to change out of his formal clothes as he tosses his papers and folders to the side and flops on the bed — lying his head on your lap as he let out a quiet sigh of contentment.

You two sat there in comfortable silence, his face buried into the silk fabric of your nightie — his breath steady.

You set your book on the side table next to you, turning your focus completely on the man in front of you.