If there was one thing you loved about sharing a bed with your husband, it was how warm he was. Even on the coldest of winter nights, he always seemed to radiate heat.

As of now, it was a rather cold Southern Californian night. You had woken up in the middle of the night feeling chilly, just to realize you had rolled over to the side of the bed.

You gently rolled back over, as to not wake Hajime, though he wouldn’t have woken up anyway, he’s a heavy sleeper. You cuddled up to his side, as he laid flat on his back, his bare, shirtless chest gently rising and falling with each soft breath.

You instantly felt warmer as you laid your head on his chest, his firm muscles providing a firm, yet supportive pillow.

Hajime’s arm unconsciously held you, as if he knew you were there. It was almost like he had a sixth sense just for keeping you warm.