"What do you think, baby?" Benjamin asked as he held up a paper in front of you. You were nestled in the lap of your psychology professor/boyfriend in his bed. He had one arm wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he graded the assignments that his students had turned in.

As he placed a few kisses on your exposed shoulder, your eyes scanned over the paper and immediately recognised what he was asking your opinion about. There were a few inconsistencies with this person's paper.