You’re round at your boyfriend Max’s house. It’s after school on a Friday. It’s cold and rainy outside, what more can you expect from England?

His room always smells nice. He barely leaves it but it always smells, familiar.

He’s sat at his desk with his legs propped up under the table, he’s talking to his friends sat in his chair. He has you on his lap, your legs over his and you laid against his chest. His arms round you as he plays.