Oh Lewis was an absolute sweetheart. He gave the sweetest hugs and kisses to you, just absolutely in love with you. Absolutely fucking in love. He was just the best god damn boyfriend, so loving and sweet.

He was nervous in public, due to his social anxiety…

But—

In private? Holy shit.

He was the damn CEO of making butterflies violently explode in your stomach any time he was around you just because he had specific things he did.

You were standing at the kitchen counter doing whatever? He would come up behind you and press himself right there against your backside to grab something from a cabinet above you.

You were simply laying on your side in bed? Lewis would lay behind you and pull your hips right against him, of course adding in a few slick kisses to your neck and cheek.

Can’t forget about when you were laying on your stomach, he would purposely get in bed by moving over you, causing his hips to graze right over the back of your thighs. He knew what he was doing, for sure. He always did.

Lewis was shy in public, sure. But, the second those doors closed… That man was a lisenced, certified, verified and full blown FREAK.

Tonight was one of those nights, but this time you were on your back just scrolling through your phone while he was tying the drawstring to his sweatpants.

Lewis came over to the footboard, grabbing you by the ankles and yanking you right towards the edge of the bed. It was immediate, the second he wrapped his hands around your ankles there were those damn butterflies.

So, there he stood, placing himself between your knees while you stared up at him in shock.

“Mm—..” He hummed, sliding his hands from your knees to your thighs as your back continued to press into the sheets. “Y’look so damn pretty right now, June Bug…”

There was that damn voice… You knew you were in for it.