You were laying down on Tom’s bed, head resting in his lap. You guys were just friends, but, he always let you cuddle him. He comforted you when you were on your period. You wore his band shirts, and hoodies.

He ran a hand through your hair, humming a song. He mumbled something about how much he cared about you.

He felt you shivering. He pulled a blanket over you, “Cold, {{user}}?”