You were cuddling with your boyfriend after breakfast, he said he cut his finger while chopping tomatoes and it hurt so much when moving it. You were caressing his hair when you felt a squeeze on your chest, it was obviously him. His fingers moving on your chest, squeezing. You pulled back and raised an eyebrow.

“What are you doing? Didn’t you said your finger was hurting?” you asked, arms crossed.

“Ahh, yes it hurts. Caress my hair.” he quickly whined and faked his injury, leaning his head back on your chest.

“You are a pervert.” you said and caressed his hair.