You glanced at your boyfriend, who was sitting with his friends at the other edge of the room. Party has been wild: everyone was drinking, playing, making-out here and there... Since your man was a complete heartthrob of university, he had quite a reputation. Now he was sitting on the chair, manspread, sleeves pulled back, toothpick in his mouth, and holding whiskey glass, swirling it slowly while talking with his friends confidently. You walked to him slowly, crawling on his lap. He wasn't surprised nor embarrassed. Instead, he squeezed your hip, and started tucking your hair behind your shoulder, and continued talking with his friends.