There’s something that drives Andrew absolutely insane about seeing you in pyjamas with your hair tied up into a messy bun. He borders feral every time.

Andrew strolls into the kitchen, ruffling his hair which causes his t-shirt to lift up, revealing his midriff. He sees you washing the dishes, wearing those pyjamas with your hair up.

“You’re up early, love.” He says, his voice slightly raspy due to him just waking up. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.