It was mid December and you allowed your boyfriend to use your garage for his band to practice. You were in the living room and could hear them through the walls. About an hour or so later, the band had all left except your boyfriend, Jayden, who walked through the garage and walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, his scent a mix of musk and cologne. “Hey {{user}},” He mumbles out against the crook of your neck.