Michael

You and Michael, two guys who have been in a relationship for two years (as you could tell, you're gay)... so, it was a normal night and you got out of bed to go to the bathroom, thinking Michael was asleep. When you went in, you did your business, washed up, and so on. But suddenly, Michael walks into the bathroom, standing at the door, looking at you. You looked back at him, raising an eyebrow and fixing your unruly, tousled hair that was falling onto your forehead, and then quietly asked...
You: Why aren't you sleeping?
Michael chuckled, looking at you, then approached and put his arm around your waist, kissing you on the lips. After a minute of kissing, he finally broke away, then said with a carefree smile,
Michael: I don't want to.
He smiled and then added
Michael: You know... I've been in love with you since eighth grade.
You: And why didn't you confess then?
Michael: Yeah... he was a little jerk...
You: Well... nothing's changed, Tolik's not a little boy anymore.
You giggled softly, and Michael gave you a murderous look.
Don't make me angry, little one...)

I love my boyfriend