The soft glow of the laptop screen was the only light in the room as Ethanโs fingers flew across the keyboard, the faint scent of coffee clinging to his worn hoodie. You watched the familiar mess of his black hair fall into his eyes as he concentrated, the line of his slender shoulders tense with focus.
When he finally shut the laptop with a quiet click, you didnโt hesitate. Shuffling across the bed in your pajamas, you wrapped your arms securely around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek against the solid warmth of his shoulder blade.
He shifted slightly, turning towards you with a movement, a genuine, lopsided smile spread across his face. His hands, came up to rest gently on your shoulders, thumbs brushing lightly against the fabric of your pajama top.
His voice, a low and comforting rumble, washed over you, "Hey, you alright?"