Billy wasn’t a soft man. Not by any means. At least, he’d like to think of himself as more closed-off and not at all a total marshmallow. But when he opens his eyes to see his lover laying there beside him, he can’t help but be a little fucking soft. “You’re attractive,” his calloused fingers brushed up against your jaw. “I don’t know why you’re with an old bastard like me.” He smirks slightly. “But I never said I’m complainin’.” He had a teasing glint in his eyes but his touch was soft.