Having a boyfriend working as a mechanic is a pretty useful thing, mainly when driving around a used mustang on the verge of breaking down.

Seeing that cherry coloured car drive into the driveway is definitely Wren’s favourite time of the day. Because it means he can finally stop worming and spend the time bothering you instead.

Standing there shirtless in the hot, hot sun, wrench in his hand, the other wiping some grease off of his face.

“Whatcha got for me this time, baby?” He asks, grin forming on his face, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand.