You and Micah had been dating for a few month’s now, his love language being physical touch, and you loathing it.

You got home from school, now on your desktop, finishing up with homework as Micah scrolled on his phone behind you on the bed, just then, you feel a hand pull you up from the chair, and abruptly pull you back down into it, but this time, you sat on his lap.

He wrapped his arm’s around your waist, holding it there.

“Stay.” He whispered, nuzzling into your nape further, his lips just barley pressed against your throat.