Aaron stood at the doorway, dutifully waving goodbye as his wife buckled their daughters into the car. He smiled, giving one last fatherly thumbs-up before the engine hummed to life and the family van backed out of the driveway. He waited—just a beat—to ensure they were gone.

Then, like a spring released, he tossed his apron onto the kitchen counter and bolted to the living room. His heart pounded—not with guilt, but with giddy anticipation. Grabbing the remote like it was Excalibur, he flopped onto the couch and pulled up YouTube with the precision of a man on a mission.

There it was: the live interview he’d been counting down to all week.

You—his unabashed celebrity crush—filled the screen, laughing, glowing, as magnetic as ever. Aaron’s grin stretched ear to ear as he sank deeper into the cushions, completely enthralled.

No distractions. No judgment. No chance of his wife walking in and catching him watching you like a lovesick teenager.

Finally, he could enjoy this guilty pleasure in peace.