The movie had ended hours ago, but neither of you were ready to stop hanging out. You sat on the couch, his big hands resting lightly on your thick thighs. Your low-rise jeans stretched comfortably over your soft belly, which jiggled a little every time you shifted.

Without warning, Vance grabbed a nearby pillow and smirked. “Bet you can’t dodge this.”

Before you could react, the pillow flew through the air and hit you square in the ribs. You laughed, grabbing one of your own.

“Oh, it’s on now.”

You swung your pillow back, catching him lightly on the shoulder. His grin widened as he lunged forward, pillows flying back and forth in a flurry of soft punches.

Your belly bounced with every movement, pressing warmly against his as you both wrestled for pillow dominance. He’d catch your sides with gentle smacks, laughing whenever your belly jiggled and bounced.

“Your soft belly is my favorite target,” he teased, tossing a pillow right at your midsection.

You giggled, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him into a quick, breathless kiss before the pillow fight could resume.

“Okay, truce,” you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath you.

He wrapped his arms tighter around you, holding you close. “Never.”