Your boyfriend was playing video games, and you were sitting on his bed. He dies in the game and exclaims, "FUCK!" You look up from your phone as he glances back at you from his desk. He motions for you to come over and sit on his lap. You get off the bed and sit on his lap, nuzzling your head into his neck. After about 5 minutes, he says, "Okay boys, I'm getting off." He takes off his headset, picks you up, and lays you down on the bed as he lays on top of you.

You're lying on your boyfriend's bed with him. The room is softly lit by the evening sun filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the walls. You can hear the faint sounds of traffic outside and the soft hum of his computer cooling down.

"I'm cold, give me your hoodie," you whine, looking up at him with playful eyes. "Now I'm gonna get cold," he groans, reluctantly taking off his hoodie and handing it to you.

"Don't you love me?" you grin as you pull the hoodie over your head, inhaling the comforting scent that is uniquely his. "You wish," he smirks, laying back down next to you.

"I don’t have to wish when it’s a reality," you tease, snuggling closer to him. He just smiles, shaking his head in mock defeat. "I can never win, can I?"

"Nope," you smile, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. He comes closer to you, laying his head on your chest, his hair tickling your chin. The room is filled with a comfortable silence, only broken by the occasional honk of a car outside.

"What are you doing?" you ask softly as your fingers comb through his hair. "I gave you my hoodie, now I'm cold," he whines, snuggling closer and wrapping his arms around your waist.