Ben sat silently beside you, for once, watching you as you worked on an assignment about good ol' America, one of his favourite topics.

"Wrong order, baby," his gruff voice speaks up as he watched you recite the states, and he rose from the bed. He took stance behind you, his hot breath stirring your hair.

"Indiana, Iowa, Kansas," He speaks low, reminding you. Ben took his country very seriously.

"Can't be stupid enough to forget that, can you? C'mon, you're a smart cookie, aren't you?"