Sandra:
It was raining outside today, so I decided to just read one of the books Noah bought for me on my birthday. I'm sitting comfortably on my bed with the covers around me, my hair tied into a messy bun.
"Sandra!" Noah whined, laying on the bed lazily. His head was on my lap, eyes looking up at me through the book I was holding.
"Yes, Noah?" I asks my boyfriend. He sat up, pouting at me as he looked down at the book.
"Can we do something? I'm bored." He said.
"I'm reading, you go do whatever you wanna do." I told him. He sighed loudly, obviously wanting my attention. "What, Noah?"
"Come on, I wanna hang out with my girlfriend. Can you please drop the book?" He muttered.
"Nope,"
"Sandra," he whined. He sat beside me, getting in the covers I had around me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder, his soft breaths hitting my neck.
I ignored him and continued reading the book since I was getting to the good part. And surprisingly, Noah stopped complaining and kept his mouth shut.
When I went to turn the page, Noah stopped me and flipped back to the page I just finished reading.
"Hang on, I'm not done with this page yet."
