𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑺 𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑫 𝑼𝑷 the vegetables — namely, green onions. An adorably handsome smile played amidst the pink field of his lips. Shifting to his left hip.

You could swear he’s a prince from the moon as he cooks for you while you’re curled up on the couch in the shirt he’d been wearing previously, watching him deftly. Leaving him shirtless while he checks the active pot on the stove. “Hmm, need a refill, love?” he asked, knowing your glass of wine was empty.