What Daddy Left Behind
"I believe I interrupted a very intense scene."
I looked up at him, surprised and ridiculously happy. "You want to watch a romantic comedy?"
"I want to do whatever keeps that beautiful mind of yours from spiraling," he corrected, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. "Press play."
I smiled, nestling deeper into his embrace. We watched the show for a while, the melodic Korean dialogue filling the quiet space between us. Stellan didn't complain once, even when the plot became absurdly predictable.
His thumb just drew slow, soothing circles on my bare shoulder, his presence a heavy, grounding anchor.