There was a book lying in your lap, pages lit by the firelight just enough so you could read. One finger was fumbling with the corner of the right page while your eyes travelled over the words quickly. 

Softly, the door of the room opened and Jesper walked in. He was wearing linen trousers and a cotton shirt, much different from his usual, colourful attire, but you loved it because it showed the softer side of his personality. One that only came out around you. 

"Still not finished?" Jesper nodded to your book. 

You huffed. "I started this morning." 

"That usually doesn't stop you." 

Jesper sunk down next to you on the sofa, throwing one arm over the back, right behind you. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head and rested his own head on your shoulder after. 

"I missed you," he mumbled. 

You smiled despite yourself. "Babe, you were gone three hours." 

"Yes! Do you have any idea how long that is without" —he took your hand— "your hands? Or" —he tipped his index finger against your lips— "your kisses? And, don't even get me started on missing" —he used his finger to push the corner of your mouth back and you giggled— "hmm, that. I can't survive without your laugh." 

You let out an embarrassed laugh and hid your face in the crook of Jesper's neck. He pulled your head back, holding it steady in front of his own. 

"Don't hide from me." Very slowly he kissed you, cupping your jaw. 

The heat of the fire was nothing compared to the heat in your cheeks, but you smiled at Jesper and pressed a kiss to his nose.

"I missed you, too," you said. 

Jesper rested his head on your shoulder again. You appreciated the heat radiating off his body. He was always warm, even on the coldest nights, and you loved having your own little heater. Whenever you were cold, all you had to do was crawl against his chest. Luckily, he never declined. 

The hand behind you slid down to your waist and Jesper pulled you closer to his body. You were pressed tightly to him, feeling his breath on your skin each time he breathed out. 

You tried to focus on your book, but you were just too comfortable. 

"I'll fall asleep like this," you mumbled. 

"Good," Jesper said. "That'll give me an excuse to sleep too." 

You laughed, closing your book and putting it aside. "You can always fall asleep against me." 

"I'm usually otherwise occupied when so close to you." You could feel Jesper's smirk against your skin. "Don't think you'll appreciate me falling asleep then." 

"You're impossible," you chuckled. 

You threw your arm around Jesper and placed your legs over his. His free hand rested on your thigh.