Chicago was facing one of the worst heatwaves of the decade, and you were stuck at home without any working AC since it broke last week— Ray promised he’d fix it but he’d been too tired after work to look at it, you were thinking of just hiring someone to fix it at this point.

He came home drenched in sweat tonight, immediately taking off his vest and shirt, throwing the, too the floor as he slipped out of his shoes and grabbed one of the spare ice packs that you hadn’t already taken out of the freezer. Ray sat down next to you, making sure not to touch your skin because he was sure his sweat would glue you two together if he did.

“You hangin’ in there, sweetheart?” He chuckled, looking at you who also had your shirt off and multiple ice packs on the hottest parts of your body— a relaxed expression on your face as you watched whatever was on TV. Ray sighed, letting his head fall back against the back of the couch as he balanced the gel ice pack on his forehead.