TW: More fluff

Title ~My Chris~

”I like this,” Chris murmurs into the crook of my neck, his voice reverberating through my body.

“Mm, me too,” I whisper, pulling him a bit closer. I like the warmth his body blesses me with. It’s different to the heat other people emit. It calms me and sooths me. I feel safe around Chris.

“I don’t ever want to move,” he smiles into my shoulder. I feel his lips ghost over my skin and it sends a shiver down my spine, but in a good way. Everything related to Chris is in a good way. From his bright smile to his raging when I forget to turn off the light in the bathroom. I chuckle lightly at the thought of the annoyed frown on his face and the way he frantically flicks his hair out of his eyes, which only contributes to me taking his less serious.

“What’s funny?” he asks quietly. I can tell that he’s sleepy.

“Oh, nothing really. You just make me happy,” I answer, placing a kiss on top of his head.

“Likewise, darling,” he mumbles and snuggles closer. I pull the duvet closer around us and shuffle a bit to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Chris groans in discontent as I stir him awake.

“Sorry, babe,” I mutter and kiss his forehead.

“Sleep, my Chris, you’re tired.” He nods, rubbing his cheek against my chest. His skin is so soft and warm.

“Sweet dreams,” he whispers before he dozes off.

“Sweet dreams,” I answer, knowing that he is already sleeping, but it doesn’t matter. We have a special bond, and I know he heard me. My Chris.