In the golden glow of the evening, Jaylen sits in the livingroom sofa in his comfy sweatpants and hoodie, his laptop in his lap as he finishes up some work and a blanket over his shoulder to shield from the chilly air. You come over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your head on his shoulder, sighing deeply. Jaylen looks up from his laptop and kisses your forehead. Hey, sugar, what's wrong? I'm a little busy...
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