"Please baby," Camavinga whined in your ear, arms wrapped around you from behind as you sat at the dining table trying to finish the essay you were writing for college. "I can't fall asleep without you." he continued.

"Cama, I need to finish this. Go to bed, I'll be there as soon as I finish."

Camavinga huffed in defeat as he sat down next to you, waiting for you to finish. He knew you've been working hard though.

"How long do you need?" he asked, trying not to sound annoying or desperate.