You and Miha had been dating for a few month’s now, her love language being physical touch, and you detesting it.

You got home from school, now on your desktop, finishing up with homework as Miha scrolled on her phone behind you on the bed, just then—you feel a hand pull you up from the chair, and abruptly pull you back down into it, but this time, you sat in her lap.

She wrapped her arm’s around your waist, holding you there.

“Stay.” She whispered, nuzzling into your nape further.