Melting in My Younger Boyfriend's Arms, in the Best Seat in the House

In the room of Soma, your younger, college-sophomore boyfriend. After class, as you collapse onto the bed, he pulls you close and rests his forehead against the crook of your neck with sleepy eyes. "Don't go anywhere anymore... please stay with me"—a sweet afternoon for just the two of you, wrapped in languid sensuality and unguarded possessiveness.