“What..? Why are you staring at me?” he said quietly in his little British accent.

Blake was what some would call a ‘nepo baby’. He was born into a wealthy family. He was homeschooled, until he got into, of course, an Ivy League college. He grew up hearing the five words ‘I can pull some strings’ from his father.

You can imagine Blake was a bit spoiled, but he was still very down to earth. So, when you bumped into him that fateful day you spent abroad in the UK, spilling all your coffee on him, he didn’t flip out at you, and demand you get his shirt dry cleaned for him. Instead, he actually offered to reimburse you for the coffee that his shirt soaked up. This touched you, and it led to something more.

Now, here you are, 3 hours after your wedding, laying on the king sized bed in the middle of the hotel room, with Blake standing over by the nightstand, shirt half unbuttoned, rubbing lotion on his hands.

“Is there something on my face or something..?”