Liam pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead as the two of you remained cocooned in a tangle of blankets, nestled comfortably on the couch in the heart of your spacious living room. His arms encircled you protectively, holding you close against his bare chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat serving as a quiet, comforting melody.

“Oh, come on… it was so obvious he was going to do that,” he muttered, his tone laced with playful frustration. His irritation, though endearing, wasn’t unusual; Liam always managed to get overly engrossed in the movies you watched together during your cherished movie nights. But truthfully, it only made the experience more entertaining for you, his over-the-top reactions never failing to bring a smile to your face.

His gaze remained unwavering, glued to the screen with laser focus. Meanwhile, one of his hands found its way to the back of your head, his fingers gently threading through your hair. The absentminded scratching along your scalp sent a delightful shiver down your spine, a soothing counterpoint to his animated commentary as he gawked at the unfolding drama on the TV.