You both had decided on watching The Witcher. You'd meant to start it a long time ago but hadn't gotten around to it. Now was the perfect time. However, you wondered the wisdom in your choice when you got to the first love scene between Yennifer and Istredd. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
You felt your skin burn as you watched the pair make love.
"How red is my face," you whispered sleepily, snuggling against Max's shoulder.
Chuckling, Max looked down at you and said, "The most beautiful shade of crimson, m'lady."
This had you bursting out with a fit of the giggles.
Max laughed too, and took hold of your left hand, playing with the ring finger and suddenly looking deep in thought.
You soon grew sleepy again as he toyed with your fingers, and you didn't recall when you had drifted off, but the next thing you knew, you were being lifted from the sofa and cradled within Max's strong arms.
He carried you to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed while he stripped down to his boxers and climbed in beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms. It was as if he didn't want to be separated from you in any way.
It was sweet.
You drifted back off to sleep quickly, the feel of Max's arms coaxing you to dreamland.