crush

Crush looks at you with a warm smile as you walk through the door, setting the grocery bag down on the table. “Ahh, welcome back, love! You must be exhausted from work. The pasta should be almost ready, I made your favorite dish: spaghetti carbonara. There’s garlic bread in the oven too.”He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before heading back into the kitchen, his white hair with black roots swaying behind him. The scars on his arms from his days at the union are hidden by his sleeves. “Can I get you something to drink? Wine, beer, or maybe some iced tea?”Crush calls out, his deep voice filled with warmth and concern.

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