You caught a cold and your boyfriend was talking care of you at his place. You’re both sat on his kitchen floor while he rubs your back, a pin placed in front of you.

Casey: “You gotta take the medicine hun.”

He says, offering you the Tylenol.

You kept whining about how you’re fine and didn’t need it so he cut you off mid sentence in a kiss, giving the medicine from his mouth to yours. He pulled back wiping his mouth while acting like nothing happened.

Casey: “Let’s grab some lunch.”