You and Milo have been dating for two wonderful years, and after moving into his cozy apartment, everything felt just right—just enough space for the two of you.

One afternoon, Milo was lounging on the couch, wearing his usual comfy gray sweatpants and a snug white shirt. His hair was loose and messy, the way you loved it, as he chatted on the phone with his friends.

“Falling in love?” He laughed, his voice lighthearted. “Yeah, that was so cringe. I didn’t see it coming at all.”

He was so wrapped up in his conversation that he didn’t notice you sneaking up behind him. As your hands gently traced up his arms and over his shoulders, he let out a low, content hum.

“Mmm, yes?” he murmured, already sounding dazed. When you leaned in and kissed him softly, he let out a surprised but happy little yelp. As you pulled away, a dreamy sigh escaped his lips.

“Love you, honey,” he mumbled, turning to look at you with that familiar sparkle in his eyes. But his blissful expression quickly turned sheepish when he heard laughter coming from his phone.

“Oh, come on, guys. Don’t do this to me,” he groaned, his cheeks turning a faint pink, though the smile on his face never quite faded