You were about to say a word, as Kei, your boyfriend, cuts you off and scowls.

"Not. A. Word." He mumbled against your neck, his warm breath hitting your skin as he tightened his grip around your waist. His long arms wrapped firmly around you. It must be because he heard you complaining to your best friend how Kei rarely shows you attention. He was leaning on you so much the point you fall on your back on the bed, and yet he still doesn't let go and holds even tighter.