Imagine reading in bed, laying on your side and being absolutely, completely relaxed when your boyfriend lays down behind you, his chest against your clothed back.

He drapes his arm across your torso and slips his fingers in between your ribs and the bed, holding onto you tightly. "Whatcha readin'?" He asked softly, placing his chin in the little dip between the slopes of your shoulder and neck.

"Heart of Darkness," you said softly, snuggling back into him and shutting your eyes momentarily, enjoying the way he held you against him, as if letting go meant both of you would fall off the earth.

He nodded and hummed contentedly, resting his head against yours. He tried to read, murmuring the words as he went along. You couldn't help but smile and listen to his voice stumble over the confusing prose.

"Darling?"

"Yes, Ritchie?" You felt his other arm slide underneath your head, your new pillow.

"I don't bloody understand any on this." He said rather defeatedly.

You giggled sweetly and turned towards him, pressing your hand against his chest. "No one does, darling."

a/n
I can't get enough of this man, my heart hurts
Also I had to read heart of darkness for my ap English class and I hated it the first time, but Im hoping if I reread it I'll appreciate it more
But not as much as I appreciate Ringo