Gaz softly traced figure-eights along your arms, the horror movie you were watching lighting up the room as the faint tapping of rain on the window grew more frantic.

“It’s bucketin’ down…” Gaz murmured softly with a faint smile, his attention still unmoving from you and the movie as he pulled you closer in the bed, wrapping the soft blanket over you.

He chuckled lightly as you flinched at one of the jumpscares of the movie.

“Wimp.” He teased, caressing your cheek with a thumb.