Johnny was clingy. He always has been, you knew that. Every day after work he’d scoop you up in his arms, nuzzling up against you like a puppy who doesn’t know his own size. Today was no different. He flopped on top of you, crushing you with his weight. You were sure he’d be purring like a kitten if he were one. He was tired and sweaty after work, and you were trying to finish binging your favorite show.