His chest slowly rose up and down, his heartbeat magically synchronizing with yours. Soft and slow breaths, pretty much sound as sleep, you and Son. Your head is buried in his chest, as he holds you tight to your waist, almost as if he never wanted to let go.
Naps with Son is something you cherish a lot since he kind of has a 'sugar-rush' like personality. His calm side, which only you get to see, is the best— I mean movies, naps, cuddles, even makeout sessions.
As your eyes fluttered open, you began to see his nicely built chest, almost suffocating you, not like you were complaining—It's like your heart just never gets used to the fact that you're with him, feeling it beat as fast as ever. Like tons of butterflies were flapping in your stomach.
You sneaked your hands around his neck, pushing yourself up also shoving his face on your chest. You got comfortable and then felt some movement underneath you. You played with Son's hair and he slowly went back to sleep.
After a long day, you only needed to be in a specific someone's embrace. You only needed to be in Son's arms, and there you were.
>^—^<Sorry it's rlly short, I barely started this book and I'm already running out of ideas help
