”offering to do anything, i’m like, “oh my goddd”—“

donovan was, quite literally a dream come true.

any woman’s wet dream come to life. he was tall, incredibly handsome, well built (by hard work and dedication, not steroids.) the right everything in all the right places.

failed relationship after failed relationship left you in thinking that maybe you weren’t meant for love. that your get dog after dog until the day you died.

he changed that, though.

he remembered every single date and birthday and anniversary, even your aunt’s cat’s, lucky, adoption day. he was responsible, polished, handy, a master in communication. he always went the extra mile when it came to the smallest things. even helps your mother when she needs a thing or two from the store.

he’ll go out of his way just to see you smile any and every day.

currently, he was assembling your new ikea furniture in your new shared apartment, not even needing the manual to put the chair together. he was shirtless, for some ungodly (thank god) reason, his muscles rippling with each leg he screwed in.

“wanna call in takeout today? or i can go get some stuff to make dinner if you want?”

he asked, barely breaking a sweat with the grueling work.