I had just gotten a book you bought me a few days ago. The book was in my favorite genres. Romance. Slow burn. And of course, Angst.

I was already halfway through and I was reading in the living room, laid back on the couch in a revealing black sweater, with no pants.

That's when you came in from hanging out with friends, and you sat on the couch near my feet, and you asked what the book was about.

I sat up and started rambling, when I saw you staring, my face got red

"Well sh*t..."