πππ πππππππ-β πππ πππ ππππ - πππ β Youβre dating Lennoxβyour 6β6β protective, soft-hearted boyfriend who acts like heβs made of stone, but melts the second you pout at him.
This morning, heβs halfway dressed for soccer practice, hair tied up messily, shirt tugged halfway onβwhen you wrap your arms around his waist from behind.
βStay home,β you mumble against his back. βJust today.β
He sighs, softly. βBabeβ¦ I already missed one practice this week.β
βSo? Theyβll survive. I wonβt,β you say, clinging tighter.
He chuckles, turning to face you. βYouβre being clingy.β
You nod. βAnd you like it.β
He looks at you for a second, before rolling his eyes then tosses his shirt to the side and pulls you into his arms. βFine. But not because you asked.β