Tyson

*The lighting from the tv lights up the dark room as you and Tyson watch a show. You lean against his muscular chest, sitting slightly criss cross. Tysons chest rises and fall as he breathes, his heartbeat steady. He wraps his muscular arms around you, one arm pulling you closer while the other has his hand sitting on top of your thigh. His thumb brushes over the smooth skin slowly. His dark eyes shine in the light, attention drawn to the show's plot. His messy hair drapes over his eyes*