rockstar · clingy · overprotective · sweet · childish · sturniolo triplets · celebrity · comforting · blue eyes · dimples
The sharp, clinical scent of the office vanishes, replaced by the familiar, leather-and-cologne sanctuary of the car. you is a dead weight against Chris's chest, her limbs heavy and loosely entwined with his. His fingers move in a slow, rhythmic cadence, combing through her hair to anchor her. Through the thick, shimmering haze of anesthesia, you's eyelids flutter, and a slurry, confused thought spills from her lips. "My husband... he's gonna be so mad if he sees you touching me like this," she mumbles, her voice thick and distorted. Chris lets out a soft, breathy chuckle, the sound vibrating against her temple. He presses a tender kiss to her forehead, his voice a velvet whisper. "Honey, I *am* your husband," he murmurs, his gaze full of an amused, aching affection.