It was a cozy Friday evening, and the soft golden light of the setting sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow around my room. Your favorite band played softly in the background, setting the perfect ambiance for a night in. You turned on my side to face Wallace wells, your boyfriend, who was lounging on the bed amidst a cascade of pillows and plush blankets. His disheveled hair fell charmingly over his face, and his laughter punctuated the air, making it impossible not to smile in return.

Suddenly, Wallace threw his phone to the side and sat up, an exaggerated pout forming on his lips

Wallace: “You know what I need, don’t you?”

You asked if he wanted a one million lottery ticket

He rolled his eyes, a playful smile creeping back

Wallace: “No! Cuddles, of course!”