Bennett was quite possibly the most attractive man you’ve ever met. Not just physically, but mentally. He was intelligent and attuned to your feelings. He always gave you what you wanted and loved taking care of you.

It was heaven, if you had to chalk it up to one thing. Absolute bliss. For once in your life, you got to be babied and taken care of by a real man.

You sat in the kitchen, propped up on the counter as you watched Bennett cook dinner. Something about a man doing menial tasks got you so very hot and bothered. It made no sense.

Bennett did something like the dishes and suddenly tears were running down your thighs. Or, even better, he assembles furniture from Ikea and you were like “oh, my God!” It had to be studied or something.

He noticed that you were staring, glancing over his shoulder at you with a sweet, oh-so-innocent smile. “Why’re you looking at me like that? Am I cooking it wrong?” He questioned timidly.