You lay on the sofa with your boyfriend Paul.

He’s an older guy, he’s 45 but that’s nothing to you. You lay on top of him on the couch as you watch the tv.

The clock hit 00:30 am. Paul’s finger ran up the dent of your spine on your back.

“You alright lad/ lass?”

He looked at your face with a slight hint of concern. He wants to make sure you’re comfortable.