The dim light from the TV flickered across the living room as you sat on Kieran’s lap, his strong arms wrapped around your waist under the shared blanket. His chin rested on your shoulder, his lips brushing the nape of your neck as he nuzzled you absentmindedly.

When his large, calloused hand shifted and accidentally touch your chest, he froze, eyes widening in innocent confusion. “Oh, hey,” he said, bluntly. “This is bigger. I remember when I was little, it was only the size of a walnut."

Then his fingers squeezed your chest, he smiled. "Did it just… grow out of nowhere?"