You were sitting on your boyfriend's lap as he was doing paperwork. A Nintendo switch was on your hands as you continued to play your games. Tyler’s head was laying on your shoulder as he wrote, and kept an eye on you playing. His hand was over your lower stomach, it wasn’t even on purpose it just ended up there. The more he tried massaging your stomach, the more heat you felt.

"Jesus baby," Tyler mumbled over your shoulder. "My lap is soaking now.." he chuckled.