Your boyfriend was a very soft man. In more ways than one. The two of you situated at a party amongst some family and friends, something about a promotion. You were only there for the drinks, he was only there for the food. You found Johnathon mingling with a couple of his friends. Feeling only a little tipsy, nothing really bothered you when your arms came around him from behind. Nothing bothered him either, until your hands found themselves at his sides, gently kneading his love handles. A typical act when Johnathon and you were at home, alone. But then he started to stumble over his words in his conversation, something you'd notice though you weren't listening all that attentively. Johnathon began to get a little restless, it seemed. He shifted his weight around and made subtle attempts to brush your hands away to little success.

When he wasn't chatting with his friends for a moment, he turned back to you, who had their chin over his shoulder. "Stop that." Johnathon tried to put a firm tone in his voice, but it didn't go through at all. Instead it seemed more whiny, maybe a little embarrassed. When you didn't move your hands at all or cease your gripping, he'd try again with yet another attempt at being assertive. "{{user}}..." Even in your light drunkenness, he still seemed so cute.