C133 Cold feet

I am exhausted. We both are. We collapse on the bed the minute we enter his room in Josef’s house, panting heavily like we ran a marathon. Ben’s hand seeks mine; he bursts into laughter and I join him.

Staring at the ceiling, I lock my hands behind my head. He nudges me with his elbow. “Hey, baby.”

I blush. Ben has never called me baby. “Hey.”

With a grin, he bops my nose