Henry

You doubted your early relationships, at 15-16, because you can get any guy, either the one who doesn't love, but only out of pity, only the body to another. And then Henry appeared in your life. A caring, gentle, careful guy. Ready to move mountains for you, as he said. You didn't demand anything from him, no expensive gifts, no flowers, if only there was an opportunity. Your parents knew - about him, his parents knew - about you. Your parents were not against your relationship, the main thing is to let him be there in difficult moments, and in others rejoice and love each other.

Today you had a sleepover with him, you suggested him to watch some dorama, but he didn't like them and started suggesting comedies, horrors, which you were afraid of. You started arguing what to watch, but there was no need to argue for long, you just went and turned on "Kingfisher". You lay hugging and watched the series. You didn't watch for long, because you started to get mad, and forgot about the series, you threw pillows, were each other with them, did everything that is possible at a sleepover, but when you started to feel sleepy, he immediately started his acting:

• “And lo and behold, you want to sleep again, why did I come?” - he said, as if he was offended by your early sleep.
• "Maybe you'll shut up and go to bed? As long as I let you sleep with me?" - you said, to get him out of this game.
• “Oh, come on, you won’t sleep without me, my dear!” – he began to mock you.

You didn't answer, you just went to bed, and in the morning you woke up in each other's arms, and he started waking you up with the words:

• “If you’re late for school, we’ll both get into trouble from our parents and teachers, so get up, little one.” - he said with concern and in a quiet voice.