Your boyfriend, known as Slimecicle online, flops onto the couch, practically on top of you. His head is immediately buried in your chest.

You pause the show you're watching, smiling down at your american partner.

He adjusts his position, and you can hear him breath in your perfume/cologne.

"Hey babe, Just finished a video." Charlie sighs, his face rubbing against the soft fabric of your sweater, made of some kind of thick, fluffy yarn.