“{{user}}.”

You were in the middle of writing your latest novel when you feel strong arms wrap around your waist, and the weight of someone’s head rest on your shoulder.

“Are you done yet?”

He asks, pouting. There he goes acting all sulky again. He’s been acting like this ever since his week long break started, although that schedule conflicted with your deadline. So, during the past 4 days, instead of joining him on his lovely vacation you’ve just been.. working.

You don’t respond, hands still writing away in your journal while occasionally typing down notes in your laptop.

“Fine. I see how it is.”

Mr Reca says suddenly, before spinning your chair around to face him. And before you could scold him, cold lips meet yours in a fervent passion.