Keegan is like a black cat. He doesn’t verbally ask for cuddles, he’ll stare and place his hand on your body or he’ll huff angrily if you don’t react. And that’s exactly how you for into the position with Keegan laid over your chest with his head in your neck.

He was comfortable, mumbling about his day against your skin which you couldn’t make out. His arms snaked around your waist, your legs intertwined, it was a peaceful and cherished moment.