Art had waited hours for you to get home, since you'd given him your key. He'd cooked, cleaned, turned on your favorite show and turned the bed up incase you were tired. So when you walk through the door, hes practically shaking in excitement.

nonetheless, he remained still. sliding his palm across the couch toward you, a silent yearning invitation for you to join him.

He wanted to pepper you with love tonight, and he didnt plan on stopping until you crashed.