(EROS – a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love)
Sam sat on the couch in his apartment's living area, comfortable in nothing but a pair of baggy sweatpants. The television was burbling news in the background like white noise as he turned the page of The Fundamentals of Law.
"Popcorn?" Jess shouted from the kitchenette.
"No thanks," Sam called back.
"You know you want it!" came the cheerful reply, and Sam smiled and shook his head, knowing it was useless to argue with her.
A few minutes later, the sound of popping kernels and the smell of hot butter wafted through the apartment, and Jess came out with the bowl. She had on one of Sam's pajama shirts, her hair wet from the shower and making little dark patches on the gray fabric. She sat down next to him and he wrapped his arm around her, feeling her slim, soft body warm underneath the billows of the shirt.
"You're still reading that stupid book?" she jokingly complained.
"It's not stupid," Sam argued, trying to keep his place marked as she attempted to tug it away from him. "It's research."
"Your finals are over, genius," she grunted, yanking it free from his grasp and dropping it on the floor. "No more studying."
Slipping backwards, Sam grinned as Jess shimmied closer until her nose was inches from his. "Are you going to make me?" he asked innocently.
Jess kissed him. "Do I have to?" she asked, laying her blond head on his chest.
Sam chuckled, running his fingers through her curls. "I love you so much, Jessica."
"Hmm. You only use 'Jessica' when you want something. Do you want something, Sam?"
Oh, God, yes he did. And it wasn't popcorn.