“Why the hell do you insist on using me as a pillow? I've told you a thousand times, I hate physical contact. Get your cold feet off me, you're going to wear out my pants.”
You complain with your eyes fixed on the TV screen, faking total annoyance. However, even though your words are sharp, you make no effort to move. On the contrary, your muscles tense and your heart races as she settles even closer against your side, letting you breathe in the scent of her hair.
