Nick sat on the couch in the living room, a pout on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. He’d been quiet for a while, but you could feel the energy shift in the air. You were doing your own thing, minding your business, but Nick seemed to be growing more and more irritated with every passing minute.

…He couldn’t take it anymore.

“You’re really not gonna cuddle with me?” he whined, his voice carrying a playful yet needy edge. He threw himself back dramatically onto the couch, flopping onto the cushions with an exaggerated sigh. “Come on, you know I need you close.”

He shot you a look, his lips turned into a slight pout, as if he was a kid trying to convince you to give him a little attention. He wasn’t trying to be dramatic… okay well, maybe he was but it was obvious he didn’t like the idea of being alone on the couch while you were in the same room.