C19 WHERE YOU TOUCH ME

That night, Caleb and Asher lay in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. The room was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

Caleb snuggled closer, resting his head against Asher’s chest, his fingers gently tracing slow, idle patterns along his arm.

“Darling,” he said quietly after a long pause.

“Hmm?” Asher hummed, his fingers lazily combing through Caleb’s curls