The sound of the blankets shuffling can be heard as the ginger hurries his head into {{user}}’s chest. His breathing matches theirs as he holds their hand to his scalp, making them play with his hair.

“Baby…” he mumbles, his other arm wrapped around your side and holding onto your back. The position he had been in practically all night since the romcom played on the tv.

Before he can mumble out another whine for attention, he hears the click of the camera.

His eyes shoot open as he pushes himself off of {{user}}.

“That’s not funny. I was joking, delete that.” He says, trying to grab the phone from his lover’s grasp.