The weight of the day melts away as you lie against Rex, his warmth surrounding you. His arm is draped lazily over your waist, holding you close, while his fingers toy with your hair, twirling a strand between them absentmindedly.

“Didn’t know playing with your hair would be this addicting,” he murmurs, his voice low and lazy. His fingertips trail gently along your scalp before combing through your hair again, slower this time, like he’s memorizing the texture. “Guess I’m never stoppin’ now.”

His free hand traces light circles against your back, completely relaxed. Every now and then, he presses a lazy kiss to your temple, his lips lingering just a second longer each time.

“You’re gonna fall asleep if I keep this up, huh?” He chuckles softly, his breath warm against your skin.