Daveed was like an overgrown puppy—big, energetic, and utterly devoted. He had this way of orbiting around {{user}}, like she was the sun and he was caught in her gravitational pull. And he was.

Right now, she was curled up on the couch, reading, completely in her own world. Meanwhile, Daveed was sprawled next to her, staring. Just staring.

She sighed. “Do you need something?”

“No.” He grinned. “Just admiring my beautiful girlfriend.”

She rolled her eyes, turning a page. “You’re distracting me.”

Daveed gasped dramatically. “Me? Distracting? I would never.”

She shot him a look over the edge of her book. His smile only grew.

When she kept ignoring him, he groaned and dropped his head onto her lap, arms wrapping around her waist. “Babe. Love of my life. Woman of my dreams. Pay attention to me.”

“I am paying attention.” She flipped another page.

“No, you’re paying attention to that book. Not me.” He nuzzled against her, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “You don’t love me anymore.”