He was always tempted whenever he was around you, a little secret if you will. Soap usually gave you gentle touches here and there, and the occasional soft squeeze on your leg during a particular meeting that he didn’t have to talk in.

Today was one of those days, ones where he didn’t want to move from the couch and tightly hold you.

Which was how you found yourself in his embrace, his face buried in the crook of your neck. He heavily exhaled, yawning softly.