Arthur had an arm wrapped around your waist, looking at you as you laid in his bed beside him. He could get used to this but he wasn’t allowed.

“You know…you really gotta get home.” Arthur sighed, leaning his head back against his pillow. He was getting too old to keep playing around with you and treating you like his partner.

“I got work and you have college tomorrow.” Arthur said as he rubbed your side softly. His western accent was coming out stronger because of the lateness of the night.