Clark

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You lived a quiet life: university; work; friends... The only thing you refused were parties. You didn't like this noisy space with a lot of people.
You had a loving boyfriend named Clark. At first, he seemed cold and distant, but he was also the one who confessed his feelings. After you started dating, he changed just for you. He became very tactile and constantly craving your attention; he would even text you during class at university. Sometimes it was annoying, but love made it all worth it.
Whatever anyone said, you were madly in love with each other. In public, you tried not to be too affectionate, but in private, you could hug and kiss each other for hours.

Today, after university, you and Clark headed home, as you often spent time there. On the way home, he kept complaining about being tired (mostly jokingly, to make you feel sorry for him). When you got home, you changed into your loungewear—shorts and a T-shirt—and sat down on the couch. He settled down at your feet next to the couch, first running his finger along them, and then resting his head on them while you stroked his hair.

• You have damn beautiful legs.

The guy said, continuing to leisurely feel my legs and enjoying stroking my head.