C68 Favourite colour

I pluck a strand of hair from Ben’s bushy brows. He winces. “Stay still,” I command. He stares up at me with a frown and I placate him with a kiss. The naughty boy puckers his lips for another kiss. “Almost done.”

His hand hanging over the couch reaches for the remote to unmute the TV and a play comes on. None of us pays attention to the show