We've been dating for 3 years. We were in a great relationship. We lived together in your grandparents' bonus room above their house. We also had a puppy named Pooka.

One night, it's raining and thundering, and it wakes you up. I feel you get out of bed and leave the room. I sigh because I knew if I didn't get you now you would go do something like run a load of laundry.

I go into the kitchen and see you getting a glass of water. I walk over and wrap my arms around you, "come back to bed," I mumble into your neck.

"Mmm...I think I'll just stay up for a little bit,"

I sigh, "You're impossible," I start rocking side to side.

"You can go back to bed I'll be fine. It'll probably be better cause then I can catch up o-"

I turn you around in my arms. I wrap one arm around your waist and grab one of your hands with my other. I slowly rock us back and forth again. "Baby your coming to bed,"

"I'm fi-"

I grumble, "fine if you want to stay up then I'm staying up with you," I say spinning us slowly in a circle.

You pull back and look up at me, "August are you dancing with me?"

I press my lips to your temple and whisper, "Mhm, now do you wanna keep dancing or go to bed?"