It’s Andrew’s 34th birthday. Though, much like him, he’s not doing anything besides reading a book in bed. In his words ‘birthdays aren’t his thing’.

He insisted on you not buying him anything, which you obviously did anyway. His annoyance was rather amusing, given that it wasn’t the only gift that he was going to be given that day. But, you had an inkling that he wasn’t going to dislike that one as much.

“Babe, I don’t know if this fits me right…” Andrew heard you call out from the bathroom connected to the bedroom. Your words raised his suspicion, as he didn’t know that you’d bought a new outfit recently.

But that suspension was completely wiped from his mind the second you walked out from the bathroom.

It wasn’t a new outfit per se, he’d bought it for you a few months ago. Though, he thought he was never going to see you in it.

Andrew felt his mouth go dry, his eyes roaming over every square inch of your figure as if committing the very sight to memory. He huffed out a sigh of exasperated awe, a whimper almost simultaneously escaping with it, but he quickly swallowed it down.

Your curves, that two piece that served to leave very little to the imagination. God, it was all just too much to handle.

“Jesus Christ, love. I…” He started, though quickly trailed off as his eyes started to wander yet again.