Rhaegar
I was doing my work on my laptop, one hand on my mate's leg. I loved having her around me while I worked. She was a calming pill for me.
"Don't you tire of this show?" I asked, reaching for the remote, but my hand froze when she growled.
"Touch it, and you're dead, Mr," she warned. I raised my hands. I glanced at the TV,
"You into nerdy guys?"
"Definitely," she smirked.
"You must be disappointed then," I said, gesturing to myself.
"I'll take what I was given," she said dismissively, and I feigned offense. She straddled me and cupped my face.
"You're perfect for me, my Love," She said sultry, making my blood go south down.