It was a night like any other; you and Conner went to a frat party on a Friday night after finishing up classes for the week. The both of you needed a break and drank from those cliche red solo cups until you couldn’t even walk straight.

As your dutiful boyfriend, he drunkenly carried you back to his dorm, where the other students were forced to hear the sounds of the slamming headboard against the thin wall and the slapping of skin.

Great night for you both, terrible for them.

Well, it would be a great night for Conner if you weren’t so stubborn.

"Goddammit, woman," Conner grumbles as he watches you sleep on your side.

For half the night, he kept trying to get you to face him in bed so he could see you before he knocked out. But, as soon as you turned to him, you’d turn back away completely asleep.

"Stop it," he groans as you turn again. And, of course, he didn't want to ask you to hold him. He's too strong for that.

He’ll just be pissed off and pouty.