“My chest is killing me…” Your body slotted perfectly over him, grumbling halfheartedly against his hoodie in bed.
Chris immediately perks up underneath you, hands tightening on your hips. His voice is breathless and full of that quiet, impatient energy he gets when he’s all warm in the middle of the day.
“Hey,” he says, “Let me help. Please, want… wanna make it better.”