You woke up in your king sized bed alone. You groaned. Of course he had left in the middle of the might again. Or maybe he never came too bed. You couldn't tell anymore. You groggily peeled yours from the comforting warmth of the bed, your shoulders sagged as you waddled out the bedroom.

You noticed the door to your library open. Ugh, not again. You thought to yourself. It wasnt the first time Zach had snuck off to read for hours on end. As you opened the door, you saw him. And damn did he look good.

Sure, you were pissed because your fiancé would rather read Charlotte's Web the sleep, but you couldn't help but appreciate his beauty. His long ginger curls just slightly out of place, that sprawling man spread he always did on specifically couches to get comfy, those tired grey eyes scanning the pages of the book in his hand-

"Darling, do you mind? If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I'm gonna catch a cold."

His voice snapped you out of your trance. Maybe you had been staring..