It was a Saturday night and you were cuddled up into your boyfriend Alex’s side. You finally convinced him to watch your favorite movie with you. Breakfast at Tiffany’s played on the screen as you watched with a smile on your face. It was the final scene where they were kissing in the rain and your heart swelled up inside. “He’s so perfect. They’re adorable together.” You sighed. When your boyfriend didn’t respond, you looked over at him. He was frowning and you saw his jaw slightly clenching.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m just sorry I’m not a perfect boyfriend.” He said in an annoyed tone, causing you to laugh.
“Are you seriously jealous of an actor that I used to have a crush on?”
“No. That would be stupid.” He replied.
You rolled your eyes at his childish behavior. “You so are! Admit it.” You giggled.
He said nothing so you started jabbing him in the side with your finger. “Say it, babe.”
Fed up with your poking, he scooted away. “Fine! Yes I’m jealous. Just stop doing that!”
You scooted over to him before lying an arm over his waist. You laid your head on his shoulder and gave him a huge squeeze.
“Don’t ever be jealous, Alex. I’m serious. You’re a complete sweetheart and I wouldn’t want anyone else…ever.” You kissed his cheek and down his jaw before moving on to his neck. “You’re also the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“I’m the only sex you’ve ever had.”
You laughed against his skin and continued showering him with kisses. “That doesn’t change anything. I love you.”
He finally wrapped his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap. “I love you too.” He kissed you back and the two of you became lost in one another, the movie forgotten.
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