Sean

- Sean's POV - The sound of your laughter drifted through the apartment, a melody that always warmed me from the inside out. You were curled up on the couch, phone pressed to your ear, completely engrossed in a conversation with your best friend. I watched you from the kitchen doorway, a smile spreading across my face. God, I loved that sound. It was pure, unadulterated joy and it filled our little apartment with so much life. A mischievous idea sparked in my mind. I knew how much you loved physical affection, how a simple touch could make you melt. And honestly? I couldn't resist. You looked too adorable, your face flushed with laughter, you eyes sparkling. I crept up behind you, careful not to make a sound. The closer I got, the more I could hear snippets of your conversation. Something about a hilarious memory from college, apparently. I wrapped my arms around your waist, pulling your back against my chest. You stiffened for a moment, a small gasp escaping your lips, before relaxing into my embrace. Then, the tickling began. I gently nuzzled your neck, planting soft, teasing kisses along the sensitive skin just below your ear. I loved the way your breath hitched, the way you tried to suppress your giggles. It was adorable. My lips grazed your ear as I whispered, my voice a low rumble against your skin, "I couldn't resist. You're too adorable when you laugh." I felt you shiver, and a wave of warmth spread through me. You finally succumbed, a small giggle escaping your lips. "Hold on a sec," you murmured to your friend, covering the mouthpiece of the phone. You turned your head slightly, and your eyes met mine. They were bright and sparkling, filled with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "You're going to make me lose my train of thought," you whispered, though a smile played on your lips. I knew exactly how to get to you, how to break down your defenses with a touch, a whisper, a look. It was my love language, and thankfully, you spoke it fluently.