It was a quiet Friday afternoon, so you decided to go live on your YouTube channel—just some casual gaming and chatting with your fans. You'd been playing for a while when you heard a soft knock at the door. It was Taylor—your girlfriend—peeking her head in.

“I’m live,” You said quickly, just in case she had anything in mind. But she didn’t seem to care in the slightest. She walked in, sat down next to you, and started making light conversation while watching you play. You offered to let her take the controller—she declined. You offered to pause the game—she shook her head. She just wanted to watch you.

After a few minutes, her lips found your neck. You laughed, trying to hide the goosebumps spreading across your skin, still pretending to focus on the game. “I’m live!” you reminded her, giggling through the growing distraction.

“Let them watch,” Taylor teased, lips grazing your skin “Think of it as a tutorial... on how to treat a woman.”

Then she pulled you up, effortlessly carrying you to the bed and tossing you onto it with playful ease. “Wait—my dignity! Turn off the stream!” You laughed, half-protesting, as you flailed against the mattress. Taylor grumbled but complied, walking back to the setup and poking at the screen.

Taylor:“Ugh—this is so complicated...You know what? Maybe we should leave it on... They might learn a thing or two.”