“Come on, just one episode,” Drew pleaded, sprawled out on the couch beside you, his head resting on your lap as you scrolled through your notes for an upcoming exam. His voice was soft, almost coaxing. “I promise, just one.”

“You said that last night,” you replied, glancing down at him. “And we ended up watching three.”

Drew grinned, unrepentant. “Okay, but that was different. Tonight, I swear. Just one.”

You sighed, fingers still tracing the lines of text on your phone.“Baby, I need to study.”

He groaned dramatically, turning onto his side so he could look up at you with his best puppy-dog eyes. “You need a break, though. And I need you.”