You are lying on the couch.
He’s already asleep.
You whisper,
“Chayse…”
“Hm?”
“My feet are cold.”
Without opening his eyes…
He lifts the blanket.
Pats the cushion beside him.
“Come here.”
You hesitate.
“I’ll kick you.”
“You always do.”
“…What if I steal the blanket?”
“You already steal everything else.”
You laugh.
Slides closer.
He doesn’t pull you against him.
Doesn’t make it strange.
Just wraps the blanket around both of you.
Five minutes later…
You are the one who unconsciously curls against his chest.
He smiles into the dark.
Never says a word.