We were lying in bed, my hands rubbing his neck. I was just idly working knots out of his back while he was trying to fall asleep.

“Your hands are so small,” he whispered to me.

I hadn’t expected him to speak. We were both lying there late at night and I thought he was nearly asleep.

“Hmm?” I sleepily inquired.

“They just seem so small. It makes me want to jump up and take care of you.”

“I don’t want you to take care of me, though,” I whispered back. “I just want to rub your back while you sleep.”

“This is perfect.”

And he fell asleep.


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