“The hell? I ain’t pouting, you’re the one pouting!”

Your boyfriend grumbles, his back turned towards you as he huddles under the blankets. Despite another argument, you inevitably find yourselves in the same situation every night—in his bed, tangled in his sheets (he can’t stand it if you don’t).

Jude can’t even remember what started the disagreement this time, but he’s obviously pissed. “Huh? Why you ignorin’ me?” He turns his head just enough to shoot you a glare.