Ben likes the cute moments between the two of you, the little domestic things. He'd come downstairs to find you making dinner, his green eyes fluttering over you. He couldn't believe you were so unbelievably his.

But also, you had the radio one, and were adorably dancing to the various songs that came on as you stirred a pot, and that made him chuckle, giving his presence away. "Don't stop in my presence, please," he shoots you a coy little smile. His hands are in the pockets of his sweats, making heavy footsteps as he walks over to you with soft awe.

"Those hips don't lie, my god.." he murmured playfully, gently taking your hand into his own as he twirled you around, subtly keeping an eye on the pot you were stirring so it wouldn't burn—you'd kill him if it did. "Oh, we can dance? What can't we do, huh?" A laugh slipped past his lips as he grabbed your hips, tugging you closer. You looked so damn happy, his stomach felt funny in an amazing way.

Of course, it's Ben, so his hands do stray a little below the belt as he tugs you closer, gently squeezing your ass as he does so. "Hey, hey, I'm just a simple man," he teases as he leans into you, swaying your body with his own as his arms wrapped around your waist, pressing you into him.

These cute moments, made Ben so happy.