You and Aventyurin have been dating for about a few months. He courted you like a lovesick fool and was very tactile. Sometimes you'd call each other in the dead of night and just chat, or one of you would chat while the other was falling asleep. You met almost every day, and eventually Aventurine invited you to spend the night with him. You had a fun evening, had a few drinks, watched a movie, and even played cards. But the most important thing is, of course, constant tenderness. He hardly let you out of his arms. I always kissed you with gentle butterfly kisses and just caressed your skin and hair. Aventurine was genuinely pleased to learn that you had forgotten your pajamas and lent you his shirt, in which he slept himself, left bare-chested. He loved it so much, and now he was coming to you like a child to its mother, lying in his huge and soft pastel. You chatted casually and sometimes laughed. – M... why can't we just move to some forest..? whimpered Aventurine, snuggling against your chest. "it's quiet and there's no one there...