Your holiday has been nothing short of perfect so far. After taking advantage of one of his rare breaks from work, you both took the first opportunity you could to hop on a flight to Italy and get away from the gloomy UK for a week or two.

After a day of walking around, viewing the beautiful sights that Venice has to offer, you’d decided to return to the hotel for a much needed rest. He’d gone to shower, not thinking much about dinner—he figured you’d just order room service or something like that. The hotel is 5 star, after all.

However, he steps out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel around his waist, to find you taking advantage of the luxury hotel’s kitchenette, right in your room. He walks up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head nuzzles into your neck. “Bolognese, hm?” He mutters, pressing little kisses to your skin, his hands rubbing up and down your sides. “I see you’re embracing Italy.”