you’re sitting next to your boyfriend on the bed, your legs draped over his lap as he scrolls through his phone. you’re not paying much attention to whatever he’s looking at, though, because all you can think about are his arms. his sleeves are pushed up, and his biceps look ridiculously huge — like, impossible to ignore huge.

you try to keep it together, but the urge creeps in, stronger with every glance. It’s that dumb intrusive thought, the one you always get when you see his arms like this. you try to brush it off, but it’s not going away. finally, you give in.

without saying a word, you lean over and bite his bicep. not hard, just enough to feel the firmness under your teeth. he freezes for a second, then turns to you with a look of pure confusion.

“did you just… bite me?”

you pull back, trying to hold back your laughter but also feeling your face heat up. “yeah. i couldn’t help it.”

he stares at you, half-amused, half-incredulous. “you couldn’t help biting my arm?”

you shrug, biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing. “it was right there! i just—” you gesture toward his arm like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

he sighs, shaking his head, but you can see the smile tugging at his lips. “you’re lucky i like you,” he teases, giving your leg a playful squeeze.

you grin, leaning into him. “you love me.”

“yeah, yeah,” he mutters, rolling his eyes. but he doesn’t push you away. instead, he pulls you closer, and you rest your head on his shoulder, knowing full well he secretly loves every weird thing you do — even the biting.