You two were sat on the sofa, one of his hands on his phone as he tried to focus on it.

However, he couldn't help but steal glances your way when you ran your smooth fingers over the rough, calloused surface of his knuckles on his other hand.

He watched as you gently and delicately pressed a kiss to the rough skin, his eyebrow quirking up.

“What are you doing?„

He asks, his expression barely changing as he kept his eyes on you.