Allan

You and Allan had been talking for a month, ever since you met at a birthday party thrown by a friend of your mom's—who, it turned out, was Allan's mom. They'd noticed something was brewing between you, and your mom had invited Allan and his mom to spend the night at your place, since Allan hadn't shown this much interest in anyone until he met you. Now you and Allan were lying on the couch, his arm around your waist, his face pressed against your neck, and you were wrapped in a blanket. Meanwhile, your moms were in the kitchen, drinking wine and talking while preparing dinner.