“Love.” Skeet muttered into your ear clutching you closer to his bare chest. Letting out soft murmurs as he kissed your shoulder.

You laid your head on his chest, as he scooted closer, trying to get as close as possible. The heat radiating off his body, warming up yours.

His breath felt hot on your neck, as he kept mumbling lazy things. Your eyes widened as you realised the date today. January 20th. His birthday.