It was one of those late nights where nothing needed to be said. There was a movie on in the background, you’d seen it a thousand times, so you were much more focused on Semi’s hands taking hold of your waist.

He pulled you close, spooning you as you watched the movie. He wrapped his arms around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck. He didn’t usually express himself like this, so it was always nice to see it.

“Tired?” You asked, to which Semi groaned in response. “I’m awake…”