A micro story about cuddles.
You stealthily pulled back the covers with near surgical precision in an attempt to sneak into bed without waking Timothée after taking the new pup out for a potty break. This was Timmy's first night at home in what felt like ages since Marty Supreme promo began. He never said so, never complained, but the purple shadows hanging under his usually bright eyes betrayed his exhaustion.
Just like the chill you caught outside betrayed you.
You managed to slip under the blankets without jostling the bed frame, but soon you were overcome by violent shivers that shook the bed. The harder you tried to stay still, the more you trembled.
"You k?" Timothée slurred sleepily.
"Dammit," you cursed under your breath. "Sorry for waking you, love. I took the puppy outside and I'm just having a little trouble getting warmed back up."
Without a word, he pulled your body into his, hand resting in the valley between your hip and your ribs. The warm air from his happy, contented sigh breezed across your ear, sending another round of shivers down your spine.
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