She curled up next to him, brushing her toes against his leg. Just once, she allowed herself to reply, smugly, “I know.”
“The b-best. G-gonna get you a medal…” He hummed happily, looking pleasantly sated as he reached out to wrap his arms around her waist.
She turned over, letting him pull her into to spooning, loving the feel of his at her back, safe and warm. “I don’t need a medal.” Dipping her head to kiss his arm, she added, “I brought a surprise for you, too.”