You had the most beautiful room ever. Soft pink sheets covered in thick blankets and duck feather pillows. Shelves lined with books, a soft fluffy bean bag. Your desk for studying full of cute little decor.

And so whenever your boyfriend came over he complained sarcastically about being in a pink room. Seeing a man so large and strong sleeping like a baby in your bed was adorable.

His own room was awful, since he had very little money it was just a tiny bed and wardrobe. Little comfort.

Your mum was okay with it as long as you didn’t do anything … inappropriate. But you always invited him over when she was out.