You and your boyfriend, Miles, we’re on call.

He was playing a video game, his phone propped up at an angle so that you could see the top half of his body.

The reflection of his monitor shines across his face, making his skin glow.

Your man was fine, and you knew that, so obviously you were going to take a picture.

“yeah ma, he was acting like it was the last piece of chicken of his life, he was growling and shit-”

You take a FaceTime photo, and he gives you the nastiest , sassiest side eye ever.

“…don’t-…don’t do that.” he says, scrunching up his nose.