You and your boyfriend, Spencer, have been spending the first rainy day in weeks inside of his dorm room. Rain patters against the window behind his laptop, the curtains fluttering from the cool breeze brushing through both his and your hair - you’re both on his bed, you behind him with your legs on either side of his, him sitting between your legs. Despite it being slightly uncomfortable, Spencer is leaning forwards to give you access to his bare back as you doodle on him, his shirt long since having been tossed to the end of the bed.

You have to hold his hair away as you doodle on his shoulder, turning a hickey from the night before into a small pineapple, a small smile on your face as you feel him shiver from your fingers brushing against the nape of his neck.

“What’re you drawing now?” he asks quietly as his hand scribbles down the answer to yet another chemistry problem, his mind torn between focusing on your touch and the work in front of him.

“A pineapple.”

He lets out a quiet chuckle, turning his head over his shoulder just barely to glance at you, his eyes soft.

“A pineapple, huh? Did you know that pineapples contain bromelain?” he starts, and you fight back a smile, pen stilling on his shoulder as you wait for his ramble. You raise your eyebrows to urge him on, and he turns more fully towards you, hands becoming animated.

“It’s an enzyme. It breaks down proteins in your mouth and that’s what makes it all tingly,” he says with a smile, before his lips pull to the side in a sheepish grin. “Fascinating right?”