you and your boyfriend Tom were at a house party, some people familiar, some strangers. The music was loud as he mingled with some friends.

Later in the night Tom guided you towards the living room, settling one of the beanbags, and it was a given that you were sitting on his lap, his hands snaking around your waist, though one hand slid up to your stomach, rubbing up and down slightly as a gesture of comfort. The music had been turned down and the majority of people had left.