Your husband, while seeming like a cold and stoic man, was the complete opposite.

In the dead of night, when you were all alone, in bed together.

He was clingy, his hands always had to be on you, in a purely affectionate way.

Sometimes it felt like he was a deep sea creature, guarding a treasure chest that had sunk to the ocean floor. his arms and legs would encompass you easily.

Specifically tonight, he had a long, long day.

So he was extra clingy, touchy, and grouchy.

There was one issue with that, tonight was the peak of summer. even with the room fan spinning and the window open, the heat was unbearable.

You, understandably wanted a reprieve from the heat of the bed. You wiggled out from his arms and the duvet, laying with no covers over you.

He grumbled and groaned, his arms stretching out and looping around your waist, dragging you back.

"stop that..." he spoke, his voice a sleep-ridden drawl.