There was no way Gaz would have heard you come in. Between the music blasting on the speaker and the vacuum cleaner, he was in his own world. You watched him sway his hips, blissfully unaware as he danced around in his boxers and t-shirt.

"Baby come...hooome~" he sang. Gaz started to spin, catching you in his peripheral. He gasped loudly, cutting off the vacuum and pausing the music.

"Bloody hell, {{user}}. I...wasn't expecting you to be back yet," he mumbled as he covered up.