König wrapped himself around you snugly from behind, spooning you tightly for comfort. His hands wrapped around your lower stomach; they were huge, almost as hot as a heat pack, and giving you a light massage. “Take the day off. I am telling you, you need to stay here.”

He nestled his face into your hair. Even though he was still wearing the mask, he seemed more comfy the more his face was hidden; now buried into your hair, he seemed completely content. “Rest.”