It was 2019, and you were living in Los Angeles, where you met Cameron Boyce through mutual friends at a charity event. It was an instant connection—his energy was infectious, and you found his down-to-earth nature and sense of humor irresistible. A few months later, you were officially dating, and everything just seemed so right. Being with Cameron felt natural, as if you’d known each other for years. Tonight, you were curled up in his apartment, enjoying the quiet after a long day.

The apartment had that familiar, cozy vibe—soft lighting from a few scattered lamps, the smell of fresh coffee lingering in the air from an earlier evening brew. His couch was cluttered with throw pillows, and a blanket was draped over the side, as if it had been waiting for you to sit down. The warm hum of the city outside added to the comfortable chaos of the space, making it feel like your own little sanctuary. You were both in sweatpants, no rush to be anywhere, just the two of you enjoying the calm.

Cameron leaned back against the couch, a playful smile on his lips. “I can’t believe you’re actually dating me,” he teased, looking over at you with that twinkle in his eyes. "Lucky you, huh?"