Tilly grinned, “I’m sure you’re great, from what I remember you and Jazz always were pretty good,” she replied, looking up at him pointedly. Both men were pretty skilled when it came to tennis, even if they wouldn’t admit it. A soft sigh escaped Tilly’s lips as Bryn’s arms came to rest around his middle and his fingers ran through her hair; having someone play with her hair always calmed her down.
Tilly closed her eyes as Bryn kissed the top of her head. “Okay then, if you must,” she smiled, quite happy to stay cuddled together. It was making up for the fact she was actually quite cold. “You do realise I’m gonna come around more often now though, because I know it makes you feel even just a little bit better,” Tilly didn’t look up at him as she spoke, she just stayed with her head against his chest.