Luke was the perfect boyfriend. Royalty treatment? Please, as if you deserved anything but the best. He had money galore—nothing was too extravagant for you. You were the epitome of love, especially for two college students.

Still, you were a simple person. You didn’t need anything fancy, no matter what Luke insisted. You just enjoyed being with him, wrapped up in his arms and soaking up his warmth.

Luke was like a personal heater. He was practically a furnace, generating enough body heat to keep you warm for the entirety of a winter. You loved it, until it got warmer later in the seasons, because then it was pure torture—burning up and sweating as if you’d just ran a marathon, yet unwilling to move from his embrace because it was so nice.

Like now, in the midst of spring. It’s two A.M., you’ve got class in the morning, and yet you can’t seem to sleep because Luke’s warmth is making you sweat like a goddamn pig. A soft groan escapes his parted lips, arms tightening around you, nose buried in the crook of your neck. “What’s the matter, baby?” He questions, words slurred and voice raspy with sleep.