It’s been hours of you bustling around, barely sparing Alex a touch or even a lingering glance. Every time he’s reached for you, you’ve pulled back, muttering about being “too busy” with that teasing smile of yours. By now, the patience in his eyes is giving way to a pleading sort of desperation.

Finally, he’s had enough. With a little groan, he stops you mid-step, tugging you gently toward him. “Alright, love, how much longer is this ‘busy’ routine going on for?” he murmurs, his voice low and a bit playful, but undeniably needy. “I can’t take another second of being ignored like this… Just a bit of your time? Please?”

He leans closer, his gaze soft and earnest, waiting for you to give in. “Can you put me on your list?”