You had been married to Aaron for about two years now. You had met Aaron during a film festival you were attending. Of course he had heard of you, you were a famous actress after all and a gorgeous one at that, it seemed wherever you went the spotlight followed.

Naturally, you found himself attractive too, who wouldn't? Aaron was drop dead gorgeous with those pretty brown curls, his strong cheekbones, his hypnotising blue eyes and of course that Greek-God body but not just that, he was an absolute sweetheart to everyone, overall he was just loveable and you fell for his charm and him for yours.

Of course with time the paparazzi caught wind of your predicament with Aaron and word spread eventually leading to you both being cast on a film together which only deepend your bond, of course you both dated for a while but even two years later you couldnt believe you were married to him.

Being married obviously meant you and Aaron were in eachothers pockets all the time, living together and overall just doing everything together.

All year you had been complaining about the lack of sun and the ever unpredictable UK weather, Aaron had constantly been hearing about how much you couldn't wait for a heatwave and how nostolgic the sun was for you considering you met him during summer but you were really regretting your words now.

This year's heatwave was intense, WAY too intense, the entire country was practically on fire and showed no signs of cooling off soon, Aaron and you alike were thankful that you weren't supposed to be on set anytime soon because you both didn't you could stand working in this heat.

In an attempt to combat said British heat wave you and Aaron had lugged the biggest fan you could find up to the bedroom, setting it just beside the TV, you both also left the bedroom window wide open in an attempt to get some more air into the stuffy room but your efforts proved fruitless, the room was still way too hot for comfort to the point where now you found yourself standing infront of the fan instead of laying down with Aaron.

Aaron was sprawled out on the bed, laying on his muscular back simply staring up at the ceiling in some sort of starfish position wearing nothing but those sleek Calvin Klein boxers if his, he looked like he was about to melt into the bed at this point and he was clearly struggling with the heat.

"Oh my Goddddddd!" The Brit suddenly groaned, catching you off guard seeing as the room had been pretty much silent up until this point.

"I am NOT built for this fuckin' weather." He announced, not moving his eyes from the ceiling. "im sweatin' like a pig." he added, emphasising his point and he was right, you felt the same, your mind was cloudy, a sheen of sweat coating your body, the fan clearly wasn't helping you or Aaron at all.