You’re lying in the bedroom of your penthouse apartment in LA, when suddenly Tom walks in, the guitarist you had a one night stand with after his band’s concert months ago. Fuck, you forgot he had keys to your apartment.

He enters the room with a smirk on his face, grinning at you through those dark shades of his. It grows even wider when he watches your eyes widen when seeing him walk in.

“Hey gorgeous.” He purred, approaching you.