Chris is the type of guy who hates sappy romantic stuff—like beach picnics or fancy dinners. At least, that’s what people think. With you, he’s so obsessed that he forgets his hatred for romance. He’s the most flirty guy you’d ever meet, always cuddling or holding your hand. If he’s not touching you, he’d go crazy. Whether it’s a cute finger-holding situation or just touching knees under the table, he needs that connection.

To everyone else, he’s the quiet guy who won’t talk unless you get to know him better. It took a while for him to come out of his shell with you, but once he did, he wouldn’t shut up—rambling about random shit or making silly noises when the room got quiet. When you’re around, he’s a loud weirdo, but as soon as you leave, he’s as quiet as a mouse.

You recently had a fight about something stupid. You can’t even remember what it was, but it made Chris mad. He stormed off, climbed out your bedroom window, and walked home in the rain. Yep, he was pretty stubborn. You watched him walk home, getting soaked, glancing back every five seconds, hoping you’d call him back like in a movie. It was kind of cute.

Today, you’re lying in bed, hoping for some peace and quiet, just scrolling on your phone. Of course, Chris climbs back through the window because he can’t go 0.2 seconds without you. Luckily, he’s being somewhat quiet, drawing patterns on your thigh with his finger and making weird rocket noises, as if he’s flying to the moon. Then he whines, “Babyyyy.” You look up to see him giving you puppy dog eyes. fuck how could you resist?

Instead of asking something silly, he says, “I looooove youuuuu. You’re my favorite person ever. You have beautiful eyes, hair, face, heart, smile, and laugh.” He rests his head on your stomach and mumbles "and your body too".