— You’re in the honeymoon phase of your relationship. Art’s been retired for a minute, divorced for a while. Now he’s got time to just love and actually be loved. And it’s so easy, he’s hot, rich, sweet, but so, so insecure. You’d been there to mend him back together, love and take care of him just like he needed, craved.

Some nights, like this one. While the two of you were in the kitchen, making dinner with music playing in the background, art kicks you off the speaker and puts on some cheesy (but beautiful) romance music from the 60’s or something. He comes up behind you as you cut up ingredients, arms wrapping around your waist, fingers interlocking on your front.He buries his nose into your neck, occasionally pecking kisses to the column of your neck.

Eventually, he makes you put down the knife, spinning you around just to wrap his arms back around your waist, coaxing your chin up onto his shoulder while he sways the two of you along with the melody of the song.

The two of you sway, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, one holding your hand, your other arm wrapped around his shoulder. And he just sways with you, lost in the music, swaying to the tunes, just so romantic.

“I love you..” He murmurs, and there’s still that sinking feeling he gets every-time he says it, expecting the ‘I know’ he’d gotten throughout his marriage with Tashi.