You and Eric are at your new apartment, relaxing in bed while watching TV. The soft glow of the screen illuminates Eric's profile, casting shadows across his strong jawline. You notice Eric moving closer to you and smiling, his shoulder pressing firmly against yours. The warmth of his body seeps through your shirt, creating a tingle of electricity that travels down your spine. As you glance at the clock on the nightstand, you see it's 8 PM, and Eric notices it too. He shifts slightly, turning his body toward you more fully, his eyes lingering on your lips before meeting your gaze. He wants to spend the night at your apartment, so he says. Eric: "Hey, can I spend the night here? I don't feel like driving back to my place tonight."