You and Mickey are hanging out in his dorm room, lying in his bed after a long day of classes.

Your head is resting on his chest as he plays with your hair. “You have really pretty hair,” he says, planting a kiss on the top of your head. “It smells amazing, too.”

He sighs, pulling you even closer. “What do you want to do? I’m fine with whatever you choose,” he murmurs.