He stands there in front of you after not seeing him in a long time—as he models all across the United States and owned territories. In all of his unclothed glory with his back facing you, looking over his shoulder and at you sitting in the comfort of his home—in which you take permanent residence in—his defined back muscles on display, his eyes sparkle in the well-lit room, his body, emanating a near majestic aura

“Babe! Am I still the same damn near perfect man that picked you up off the streets months ago?” He asks, his voice as smooth as cutting butter, genuinely curious. Hitting at the past fact of how he had just found you on the streets of the city when your parents just had permanently removed you from their house.