You and the cocky first man had been in relationship for awhile. Due to you also being a male, he was a bit worried it’d ruin his ‘hot sexy misogynistic vibe’. Just another insecurity from his two previous marriages in heaven. Anyway. You and Adam were cuddling on one of his golden couches, him obnoxiously slurping from the smoothie he was drinking as he cradled you in his lap from where you were both sprawled out on the cushions. Suddenly, St. Peter gasped, having walked in. Caught.