Matt was lying on his back, his head resting on a pillow and his controller resting in his lap. He was lazily pressing the buttons on the controller with his thumbs, his eyes on the TV screen mounted on the bed. The boy let out a low grumble, speaking into the microphone on his headset. His words were muffled, making it difficult (or maybe even impossible) for you to tell what he was actually saying.

While Matt was busy with his game, you were settled in beside him with your phone. You sent some mindless text messages to your friends, telling them whatever drama was going on in your life, and then scrolled through Instagram, liking videos and pictures that caught your interest.

You finally looked up from your phone, your eyes wandering around the room before landing on your boyfriend. He was right next to you, wearing a simple tank top and a pair of grey sweats. As you stared at him, a realization hit you: he looked hot.

You couldn't help but steal glances at your boyfriend. He looked so incredibly hot right then, you couldn't resist taking a couple of photos of him. You giggled to yourself as you tried to be subtle about it, not wanting to get caught. But then, he glanced towards you and you quickly looked away in embarrassment.

When you finally looked back at him, you realized that he was still staring at you. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, slowly and methodically, before landing on yours, smirking.

"Hey, what in the hell are you doing?" he asked, grinning cheekily as he crawled closer towards you and attempted to snatch your phone out of your hands.