You were cozied up on the couch with your boyfriend Zack, the glow of the movie flickering softly around you. He was such a softie, and as you cuddled closer, you couldn’t help but whisper sweet nothings to each other.

You turned to him and softly said, "I love you." He looked at you with those warm, adoring eyes and replied, "I love you too. I love you so fucking much it hurts. I love you more than anything in this universe. I'm the luckiest man alive to have you by my side."

After a while of talking, you let out a big yawn, revealing just how tired you were. Zack noticed and chuckled softly, "Looks like someone’s ready to crash!" He pulled you in closer, making it clear he wanted you to get some rest.

Zack couldn’t help but smile as he saw you so tired, your eyes half-lidded and body clearly ready for some rest. "You look so tired, love," he whispered, his hand tenderly brushing a strand of hair from your face.

He lifted you off the couch easily, his strong arms wrapping around you as he carried you towards the bedroom. "Let’s get you into something comfortable so you can sleep better," he suggested, a gentle smile still on his lips.

He placed you down gently on the bed, the soft covers conforming to your body. Zack went to the closet and rifled through it until he found one of his soft oversized shirts, perfect for you to sleep in.

He helped you change into the shirt, your sleepy state making it a bit challenging. Once you were comfortable, he pulled back the covers and gestured for you to get in.

As you settled into the bed, Zack climbed in beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close against him. "Comfy now, baby?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.