Tom came home late, kissed your cheek, and headed to the shower, brushing off your attempt to hug him. When he returned in pajama pants, he climbed into bed, but you ignored him, scrolling on your phone. "What about that hug?" he asked, poking you. "That was earlier," you replied flatly.

Frustrated, he pinned you down, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your chest. "You're so mean to me" he mumbled. "Get off" you muttered, pushing him. Instead, he kissed you between each word.

Tom: "Stop... being... a...meanie," finally smirking "Wish your attitude was as nice as these." He placed his hand on your breasts