His hands kneaded at your tense back as you laid over his chest — like a weighted blanket. Occasionally, he’d run his fingers through your hair, tugging at it as a tease. The subtle sounds of the TV playing were drowned out.

“How are you always so tight up here?” Arthur grunted, massaging the knots in your upper back. It was astonishing to him how tense you were. It’s not your or him were all that old.

“No wonder you always complain about your back.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your brow.