You and Sam were in your bedroom, streaming on Twitch, using your gaming monitors.

You were sitting in your light—pink gaming chair, Sam sitting in his own office chair beside you, drinking a whiteclaw.

You had the lights off, but the LEDs in your room, set to a pink color.

The people in the chat were spamming and sending super-chats along with donations.

You grabbed your own whiteclaw off the desk, taking a small sip as you curl up in your gaming chair, leaning back against it.

You sigh softly, swallowing your drink, reading through the chat, the occasional ding coming through the speaker from donations.

You turn your head a little to look at him, leaning over to kiss his cheek, letting your lips linger for a split second.

You then pull back a bit, looking to see if you’d left any sort of lip print on his cheek from your lipgloss.

You reach up to wipe the area with your thumb. “Aw, nothin’,” You hum faintly, sitting back in your seat afterwards.

Sam had been taking a sip of his drink when you kissed his cheek, being taken by slight surprise, but not minding it any.

He looks over at you when you hum, giving a soft chuckle and shaking his head subtly.

"Nothing? Guess you’ll just have to try again,” He says casually, leaning his face closer to you, once more.

He was making a funny face in the camera, his eyes squinted and his lips pursed in a silly, kissing manner.