He was in love with you. Gods, he was so insanely in love with you. He had been attached to you at the hip all day, giving you endless kisses and hugs, and practically begging you to cuddle with him.

Eventually, night fell, and you and Jaskier had to go to bed. You’d told him that you were going to bathe, but his eyes had widened, and he’d wrapped his arms around you, kissing your neck softly.

“No, {{user}}, darling, please stay… You can have a bath in the morning…” He whined.