Beau was a good guy. A great guy even. He wouldn’t have expected himself to be dating a model. He wasn’t ever into those kind of people but you caught his eye. You were different. You weren’t like other models that showed off their body in public. You were different and you were his.

After a few weeks of dating he’s become obsessed with you almost. But not for your body or your money or things. He is obsessed with your personality. The way he can make you giggle. The way you crawl into his arms after a long day or a bad day. He hasn’t said the big three words out of fear. But when he sees you he can’t help but touch you any second he can. He’s always gotta have his hands on you whether it’s your hips, your thighs, legs, whatever. He could hold pinkies and he’d be perfectly fine. He was definitely handsy. He couldn’t get enough of you. Every night after work he’d be over at your place.

Tonight was different. You had told him the door was unlocked and that he couldn’t go over whenever while you were at work. He decided to take the chance and finally look around your place. He feels a little snoopy but he continues. He finds your studio. He looks at all the photos of you on the wall.

“God you’re perfect…” He says to himself while brushing his fingers over the photos. You were beautiful. Amazing. Stunning. Just perfect and he tells you all the time.

After he’s done snooping he decides to take out the items in the grocery bags he brought. This is his day off and he wants to cook for you.

After hours of cooking and setting up the dinning table with a candlelight and the delicious meal he’s made he waits for you to get home with any minute.