You knock on Brian’s door, with a six-pack of his favorite beer and a bottle of red wine, leaning against the frame. You'd had the worst day at work; it felt like everything went wrong or crashed around you. Nothing more in this world comforted you like him: his strong arms, warm, inviting scent, and those pretty green eyes.

Brian opens the door in his black boxers, a surprised smile on his face and one hand almost instantly pulling you inside.

"Hey, beautiful," He murmurs against your temple as he plants a kiss there, his nose nuzzling in your hair, "Why didn't you let me know you were stopping by?" He asked awkwardly, knowing exactly what he was up to in his refrigerator.