I waited for him to say something. To say he would stay back.

“Do you need me to baby you then?” He didn’t wait for my reply, because right after he said those, he unexpectedly scooped me from the couch- into his arms, and I yelped, even though my hands instinctively wrapped around his neck.

“Shsssh, you don’t want your mum to hear you, do you?” He whispered. That fetched a weak giggle out of me as I buried my head in his chest, inhaling his addictive scent. “No, I don’t.” I ...