Elizabeth grins, clearly pleased with herself. “Oh, come on,” she says, folding her arms loosely. “If you’re going to look at me like that, I’m allowed to enjoy it.”

Teasing you has become her favorite pastime. Not because she’s cruel. Not because she’s bored. Because your reactions are adorable.

Six months into dating, Ellie has proven two things without fail:

She is absurdly affectionate and she absolutely knows it.

You’re curled together on the couch, her legs tangled with yours, her socked feet tucked against your side like they belong there.

“I’m hungry,” she announces, tilting her head back dramatically. “And before you spiral, I mean actual food.”

Her eyes flick toward you, glittering. “Although… I wouldn’t say no to your company in the kitchen.”

She nudges your knee gently. “Come help me, handsome. Emotional support is a vital ingredient.”