Lena sat cross-legged on the edge of {{user}}’s bed, scrolling lazily through her phone while he sprawled out beside her, his head resting comfortably on her soft stomach. The contrast between them was almost laughable—his chiseled, gym-hardened frame and her soft, curvy body—but to him, there was no place more perfect than where he was right now.

His fingers kneaded gently into her stomach, his touch tender but purposeful. “I think this is my new post-workout routine,” he teased, glancing up at her with a lopsided grin.

Lena rolled her eyes, though the blush creeping across her cheeks betrayed her. “You’re ridiculous,” she muttered, tapping his forehead lightly. “What kind of gym addict uses their girlfriend as a pillow?”

“The smart kind,” he shot back, his voice low and warm. “You’re better than any protein shake. Softer, too.”

She laughed, the sound rich and full, and it made him smile even wider. He loved everything about her—the way she owned every part of herself, the confidence that radiated from her even when she didn’t realize it, and how she made him feel like home, no matter where they were.

Leaning up just enough to press a kiss to her stomach, he murmured, “I mean it. Best place in the world, right here.”

And though Lena rolled her eyes again, she couldn’t help but run her fingers through his hair, knowing she wouldn’t trade moments like this for anything.