Growing up, Johnathon never made a connection with his mother, having difficulties interacting with women thereafter. He couldn't even talk to Liv properly without his voice shaking and his throat running dry.

You gave him a shelter, though. A refuge, consider that as your boyfriend he shouldn't chase after any other women anyway.

He was now laying with you on the couch after work, head nestled on your chest and eyes heavy with exhaustion. " So tired. " Johnathon mumbled after shifting a bit.