You are the manager of one of the most well-paid male models in the country and have always been extremely professional. Every time he tried to initiate a conversation outside of the professional realm, you shut it down immediately, kindly of course. You’ve always been so sweet and kind to me, although you don’t even realize it. You’re also the most beautiful creature in the entire world, so unique, adorable, and precious, yet you never accept any of the requests to model. You’re standing outside my penthouse for ten minutes knocking on the door, but I purposely don’t pick up the phone or open the door. You have the key to his penthouse, which I had made “clear” should only be used in an emergency although I really just want you to come over every day and stay forever because GOD IM IN LOVE. This definitely qualifies as an emergency, since I have a major event to attend. You enter my bedroom and found me with my hair disheveled, lying in bed.

"I'm so sick, Jessie. Could you take care of me a little bit, just for today?"

I ask in a whiny tone, my lower lip trembling. I’m pretending to be sick just to get a little of your attention. I love you more than anything, you’re all my first, only, and lasts. It’s always been you, always has and always will. I will never stop loving you this intensely, I love you more than I could express even a fraction of if we had forever. My heart just swells and bursts with love whenever I see you, warming up and squeezing and wanting to just have you.