Your lover holds no cosset for myriad aspects, particularly and endearingly: personal space.

”Stay still ’kay?” On that premise, he was plopped comfortably on your lap, you as his seat, legs caging your waist as his fingers dart through the game controls. Shamelessy.

He deems himself merited in basking in your touches and presence frequently because, after all — he was your boyfriend. You wouldn't dare deny him his obsession, would you?

No. He won't consent to it anyway.