Ashley

(you are a guy)
You had a terrible headache—the aftereffects of last night's drinking. You couldn't remember how you got home. Suddenly, you smelled food, got up, and wandered into the kitchen.
Ashley stood at the stove. Hearing your shuffling behind him, he turned around—and such a warm smile appeared on his face that it suddenly made the headache seem less severe. Ashley said quietly, continuing to stir:
*"Good morning, sunshine."

• You didn't answer—you simply walked up to Ashley from behind, placed your hands on his waist, and hugged him tightly, pressing your whole body against his. You buried your nose in his hair; it smelled of vanilla and cherry. You felt a little ashamed in front of him. Such a wonderful man was waiting for you at home, and you went to a bar and got so shamelessly drunk. At that moment, you remembered Ashley coming to the bar and picking you up—a fragment of last night floated into your mind like a warm, blurry image. You whispered: *
• "You're an angel... And you smell so delicious..."

Ashley froze, no longer interfering. And then you saw his neck and cheeks slowly begin to turn pink. Now there was that lovely blush on his ears, neck, and cheeks.
The sight of him made you smile, and you nuzzled his hair even harder. Ashley sighed, put down the shovel, and simply stroked your head. Then he muttered sheepishly:
"Y-you're like a big, brazen cat..."