now everybody, here's what you must imagine. that man is sitting at home waiting for you, sprawled out on a sofa with his beautiful hair slightly askew, and his eyes a little bit sleepy. as you walk in the door he looks at you with one of those breathtaking, heatwarming smiles, and he gets up with a graceful, languid, feline movement. he walks over to you and pulls you into a hug, wrapping you up in his lovely strong arms so your head is resting on his shoulder.
Butbutbut. B-but. Like.
not faaaaair, I waaaaant
You are cruel, Sophie. Cruel.
And I very much enjoy it
Y'know, given the kind of feelings your little scenario just inspired, I think we'll be needing somma this:
And the accompanying image:
And Maya, I'm still waiting on tenterhooks!