Christian's anger and frustration was already flared after a business call that drove him up the wall after he was about to kiss the person who haunted his dreams and plagued his thoughts. If he was being perfectly honest, he really wouldn't have it any other way.

His phone slipped into his pocket as he prodded his tongue around in his mouth before smoothing his expression into the expression before when he was talking to {{user}}. Until he pulled his phone back out to check his messages as requested. A screenshot of an Instagram poll. He blinked twice.

Who would you rather cuddle with? Mr. Harper or this? It was him against a fucking stuffed animal. And the damn little thing was winning him 53 to 47 percent. Christian was sure that {{user}} didn't have the audacity to pit him against a raggedy stuffed animal with a crooked eye in some absurd social media poll.

"For the record, you need followers with better taste if they're choosing a stuffed animal over me. I'm wearing Brioni, for fucks sake." He tried not to sound as insulted as he was. But in all, he found it amusing.