Elvis wasn’t your first lover… but he was the best lover. He had always treated like a queen unlike the other men you had ever dated, Elvis always let you have the freedom you deserved, which it was probably also the only time you had dated someone that had ever let you do what you feel like, he always got you the stuff that you wanted, and need… he’d treat you better than any other man had treated you. You were just washing dishes, right before Elvis had walked right behind you, untied your apron and sat it down on the counter before he put his arms around your waist and placed his chin of your shoulder