"Love, can't your libido take a break? I'm about to ace this game," he muttered, eyes glued to his PC screen while you lay sprawled on his bed, arms crossed, waiting.

Time dragged on. The rhythmic clicking of his keyboard filled the room, punctuated by the occasional muttered curse or victorious smirk. You sighed, rolling onto your side, aimlessly scrolling through your phone.

Then, at last—silence. A shuffle of movement. The warmth of his body sinking into the mattress beside you.

"Love," he murmured, voice softer now, as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His breath tickled your nape, his lips brushing lazily against your skin as he peeked over your shoulder. "What are you even looking at?"

You ignored him, fingers flicking the screen, pretending to be engrossed.

A pause.

"Are you ignoring me now, love?" he mused, a teasing lilt in his voice. He shifted closer, his hand sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, his fingers tracing idle patterns against your skin.

Still, you didn’t respond.

"Hmm," he hummed, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss behind your ear. "Guess I should’ve finished my game faster."