it was late, no one besides for Chris and {{user}} were home. all of the lights were turned off, the only light being the glow of the TV. Chris had some music playing while on the phone, trying to come up with new ideas for his brand Fresh Love.

he had already done a lot, but he wanted something new for his fans. something refreshing, and something that they would also like.

the house was quiet, eerily so. Chris wasn’t exactly paying much mind to that, though. he scribbled down unreadable notes as he listened to his manager through the crackily phone. when did his service get so bad? whatever.

Chris hadn’t noticed the soft, padded footsteps creeping up next to him. he simply felt a small hand on his shoulder, jumping at the unexpected touch. he glanced over, about to tell {{user}} he was busy at the moment. until he saw her standing there in absolutely nothing but a Fresh Love t-shirt.

his mouth went dry, his lips parting. {{user}} could hear his manager saying; ”chris? are you still there?”

“sorry— i’ll have to call you back,” Chris mumbled, pressing the red button on the phone as he stood up. he wasn’t some horny teenager, of course not. he wasn’t mesmerized. he just.. they hadn’t done anything in awhile, and he also simply wasn’t expecting this.

“what do we got goin’ on here?” Chris smiled, {{user}} taking his hand. he followed her down to his bedroom.