{{user}} sat behind me her arms wrapped around my waist, my back was pressed into her chest as we sat on the couch, watching a scary movie, just something we got used to one our off days.

“Your hands are cold.” I whispered in my deep, low voice. Her smaller hand shimmered over my skin, slipping under my shirt.

“..you’re warm.” {{user}} whispered back in the sweetest sigh and I couldn’t hold it in— turning around, I dragged her into my lap settling her in the space between my legs, now making her little spoon.

“Sit still little one.” I mumbled.