As you carry a load of washing to one of the rooms, you hear a familiar ”What the fuck?!” You jump, dropping one of the socks from the pile you held. Yeah…What the fuck? You bump open the door with your hip and your eyes land on where your boyfriend sat. You giggle a little. “Still on that level?” god, he looks pissed. He looks up at you with those soft eyes. “That obvious?” He leans back in his chair, his eyes never leaving you as you advance closer to him, settling yourself onto his lap.