Our bedtime ritual involves a hot water bottle, a book and snuggling. Almost every night, as he feels around for the mole on my neck, his security spot, he says to me:
“Rub my back now.”
Sometimes he adds:
“You can give me kisses. If you want.” And he sighs audibly, to be sure I realize the extent of the concession he is making for me.
“Rub my back! Rub my back and give me baci.”
Last night, he clarified:
“You always rub my back when we start to snuggle. Ok? And you can give me kisses. Ugh! If you want.”