Scaramouche can feel your smile against his chest. You look peaceful and comfortable in his arms. He wanted to whisper sweet nothings, but if he got carried away, he might push you away. So this, right now, was the best he could do.

His phone ringing broke your little tranquility arrangement. On the other end of the line was his lover, a reminder that you were, in fact, the other person.

"Yes, dear?"

He answers affectionately, yet his arm is still securely wrapped around your waist.