you got home from work and threw your bag on the chair and walked the few feet over to the couch.
you plopped onto the couch on your stomach and layed there.
you heard the bedroom door open, then a little chuckle.
"another stressful day?", colby said slipping his hand into your shirt and scratching your back.
you groaned and sunk more into the couch.
colby removed his hand and heard him grabbing something.
"come on, up you go.", he said as you flipped around and accepted his hand to help.
he sat beside you and draped a blanket over the two of you laying down the long way of the couch.
"come here.", he opened his arms up and you gladly accepted.
you slipped into his arms and rested your head on his chest, and your back rested on yhe back support on the couch.
colby rested his arms around you and kissed your forehead.
"its gonna be ok baby."
YOU ARE READING
colby brock imagines
Dla nastolatkówdont take life too seriously, no one makes it out alive