The feeling of his hands in your hair is possibly the best thing you’ve ever experienced.

His fingers tangle in your locks as your head lays on his chest.

You’ve both had a rough day - being outed at school as a couple was definitely a struggle, constantly dealing with immature teens laughing at you.

Finally, you’ve arrived at Kenny’s house, both exhausted, fell into a heap on his Hello Kitty duvet cover, sinking into the bed.

There was frequent kisses throughout the boredom, it getting more heated and heated, until you both decided to calm down - before it got too rough..

Kenny scrolls on his phone, the occasional reposts and likes here and there. You watch him, your eyes never leaving his phone.

Suddenly his hand stops playing with your hair, and instead tilts your head up.

“Pfft. Bottom.” he jokes, snickering at your position. The way you looked up at him made your perspective seem so much smaller - and vulnerable.