As requested by /u/throw_away_my_life_
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“Hey sweetie, how was work?” Jane gave Tim a hug as he walked into the living room.
“It was alright,” said Tim. He nuzzled his head against her, taking in her scent. Tim didn’t mind that his girlfriend was taller than him— he liked the safety and comfort.
“You okay with some leftover pizza?” Jane asked.
“You know I love pizza.”
“Yea, I do.” Jane smiled and pecked him on the cheeks. She got up and headed into the kitchen, grabbing cold pizza from the fridge. Tim heard the click of the oven turn on.
“You know you could just microwave them, right?”
“What am I, a monster?” Jane yelled from the kitchen.
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Tim smirked silently in response, and went back to his phone. The two laid in bed together. Jane sat up against the wall reading her kindle, while Tim lay on her lap, looking at his phone. Every so often, Jane would absentmindedly run her fingers through his hair. This was their nightly ritual.
“Heh, says here masturbation reduces the risk of prostate cancer in men,” Tim read the article out for her.