“Hey,” he replied, his voice tired but warm.
I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, brushing my hand against his cheek. “How was your day?”
He shook his head, a small frown tugging at his lips. “Stressful. One thing after another. I’m exhausted.”
I smiled gently, but my eyes glimmered with the secret I was holding. “Good,” I said softly, letting my tone drip with meaning. “Because I have just the thing to make you feel better.”
He blinked, surprised, his brows drawing together. “You do?”
“Yes,” I whispered, letting my finger press against his lips so he couldn’t ask more. “But first… we need to set some rules.”
That made his tired expression falter. His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of something sparking behind them. “Rules?” he repeated, his voice quieter now.
I nodded
