your boyfriend Ilya sat beside you with his body slightly pressed to yours on the log your deck had as a seat, his eyes fixed on the fire flickering in front of him. the sun had already set on this beautiful but slightly chilly night, and staring at the flickering bright glow of the warm flames was the only source of entertainment he had since this bonfire had been your idea, and despite ilya having better (but dirty) ideas of how to spend the night, he liked how excited you had been to start this bonfire and how you seemed to like to occasionally poke it.

“How is your head?”

earlier that day you had complained about a headache, which had been a common occurrence after your head injury. telling him it was better was good news, great news in fact because he wanted to do things in bed later.

when your phone suddenly lit up in the darkness to tell you that you had received a message, Ilya couldn’t help but ask what it was since you seemed so happy to see whatever was on your phone.

absentmindedly, you informed him it was a message from Rose Landry, your ex girlfriend. that caused him to let out a snort.

“What does Rose want?”

he seemed jealous, you told him she was just checking in, but when asking if he was jealous, he let out the most unconvincing no ever. and telling him you’re gay (especially since ilya is your boyfriend) he still seemed off.

“Not too gay to fuck Rose Landry.”

but he seemed delighted and attempted to suppress his grin when you said both times you slept with her, they were disasters.

“Disasters?” he suppressed a grin.