Stanley pines

You were in the kitchen preparing breakfast, in the mystery cabin listening to music on the radio, Chilean hip hop was playing, apparently it was a love song that said "it was the first flower that I wanted, that I really wanted...and I knew it was for me."

Stanley walked in, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. His ears perked up when he heard the song playing at a low volume and you humming along. He chuckled softly at the way you wiggled your butt. Cute, he thought to himself.

“Nice moves.” A mischievous grin spread across his face as he watched you jump in surprise. He made his way over to you and placed a kiss on your hair. He then leaned against the counter beside you, simply admiring you and the warm glow on your cheeks.