Patrick is a decent fake boyfriend. He has a bad rap, but he's honestly sweet, and so so unbearably hot.

He's also tall. Tall enough that even on your tiptoes, you have to grumble about not reaching his cheeks. Patrick, ever the little shit, immediately kneels and teases, "I will always get on my knees for you. All you have to do is ask."

You look around. Nobody's paying attention to the two of you right now. You quickly kiss his cheek, licking your lips afterwards unconsciously, tasting the bit of chocolate that had landed there. He tastes good--you accidentally echo this sentiment out loud. Patrick sputters and coughs, choking, "{{user}}, you can't say that stuff when I'm this close to you!"

You bite your lip, imagining for a moment. Patrick, cocky as ever, groans, and you feel the reverberation to your core. You wipe the remaining chocolate from his face, and he nuzzles into your stomach, gripping your waist.

"I thought the view of your, well...everything was perfect, but I must say nothing quite beats gazing up at you." He squeezes tighter, and you smile. He winks. He's so damn cheeky you say aloud, again.

"I know. And I love how much you love that."