He was doing his assignment after procrastinating for a long time, his fingers typing away on his keyboard, focused on one thing— getting this assignment done and sleep. He watched the fan turn on as you walked in, sitting next to him and watching him type. He glances over you, his fingers freezing.

“Just want to watch me type, huh? Cmere, angel.”

He moves his hands to your hips and shifts you onto his manspreading legs, keeping you steady as his other hand went back to his laptop. His eyes darted towards you, studying your face in the soft light.

“You tired yet? You want to sleep here while I work?”

He suggests, his thumb gently circling around your hip, slowly moving to your waist. His chin rests on your shoulder as he stares at the white screen on his laptop.