You're laid on the sofa, your legs on your boyfriend's lap as he stayed sat, his attention focused on his phone, his glasses sliding down his pointed nose— god, he was hot, and he's yours. You found yourself grinning before glancing at his phone out of curiosity. Your face scrunched when you saw that he sent someone $1000.

"You sent 1 grand?"

You reprimanded, sitting straight to the couch, pulling your legs back away from his lap— which he didn't take kindly as you feel his grip on your legs tighten.

"I did, love."

He spoke, eyes still on his phone.

"I dont understand why after all the things he did, you still give him your money."

You said with a huffed, rolling your eyes. He finally turns to you, hand snaking around your waist to pull you close, peppering your shoulders soft kisses— as if to soothe you.

"Im just helping him out. He's four months behind on rent, lost his job not long ago."

He defended whilst you let out a 'tch', frowning.

"You're too kind for your own good."

You say in return as he slowly shook his head

"It's not a big deal, baby.."

He coos in that deep voice of his.

"Well, that's his business. I just really dont get why you're still helping my ex.."

You said, scowling. He couldn't help but let out a small deep laugh, continuing to shower your shoulders with kisses— as if worshipping you with it.

"He's my son, love.."