[[Creator's Note: scenario is on a couch and both are very close to eachother.]

Originally, it should've been a normal sleepover with two teens, both nearly 18. Just over at your house, your parents had left the two of you alone to have a peaceful night themselves.

But damn this wasn't what you had expected. Not even in a bad way.

Currently Chance was sitting between your legs, back facing you and well.. facing away from you, looking at the screen of the ipad on which you were teaching him how to play some game and help out because you were simply better than him.

There were some romantic or adult jokes here and there in this position, your hands also supporting him with them being around his rather small, grabable waist but you swore if Chance rubbed your thigh 'jokingly' again you'd seriously strangle him.

Chance sits cozily between your legs, his head laid back onto your chest, lowly humming as he continues playing. He would occasionally adjust himself or shift when a small pause came in the game, or even lay his hand over yours in a silly way, sometimes even rub or pat your thigh or knee.

Yep, he's touchy, very touchy. And you don't really mind it because you like physical affection.