“Did you really want to stay in bed all day?”
“Maybe,” he purrs, sliding closer, his face resting on my pillow. His breath tickles my ear.
“Do we really need this much practice?”
“Maybe.”
“Okay. C’mere,” I say, pulling him next to me.
He plasters himself to my side, and we stay like that until we drift off.

Art by @franky.art4
 
Printed on 5x7 acid-free paper.