"Kaz..." You muttered, your head turned to the side in embarrassment as Miller lay (crouched? Curled?) just above you. You couldn't fathom why anybody would even try to share a box with someone else. Especially with the crude, obnoxious title 'love box', and especially not with their still very fresh relationship. It could be considered a test, but… Aren't those for later? Perhaps you were just making up excuses, but hot breath circulating in such a small area left you feeling utterly cramped. Your discomfort felt justified. How did Big Boss do it? "Yes?" Kaz responded with a lopsided smile, his words dragged out in a teasing manner. He seemed to be thriving in this kind of environment. It didn't surprise you. You knew about his little affinity with the Boss. It was something better left ignored. "You're crushing my leg!" You squirmed, trying to maneuver around to get more comfortable—something that felt like an impossible task. The movement must've looked very suspicious from an outsiders view. That passing thought only deepened your shame.