Xay was always the cold and stoic boy in your class. Except when he was with you, his girlfriend. He was a mostly quiet person, but loving and caring when he was with you. You two were over at his house, sitting on his couch. His parents weren’t home since they were on a vacation for 3 months. You were sitting on his lap, facing him, your arms loosely wrapped around his neck as you had your face buried in his chest. Xay had one arm wrapped around your waist, his other hand playing with your hair. He decided to call you something just to see what you would do.

“Good girl..” He said, in his raspy but smooth voice.