I'm so sorryI didn't have time to write. So here what I found and like. I do not own this imagine.
Credit for the owner : https://archiveofourown.org/works/11664855
Here's; Domestic Bliss by the one and only Stefa_writes from Archive Of Our Own.
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'Is your July busy?' he said over the rush of water.
'Not until the 12th. I'll be doing a few panels and a couple of photoshoots. Why?' you said as you rinsed and put your toothbrush in its holder.
'Well, I was thinking...'
'Yikes, that's not good' you joked.
'Shut up' He chuckled.
'Maybe we could go to London, and spend some time with the family.'
You heard the shower shut and he walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist as he dried his hair.
'what do you think? You and my brothers could catch up, spend a day on the beach with mum and dad and we could have a good Sunday roast.'
You smiled at him
'I think that'd be great'
He grinned and grabbed you by the waist then spun you around.
'You are the best!" He chuckled and kissed you, then went over to his suitcase and slipped on a pair of sweatpants.
You moved into the bed, leaned on the headboard, and scrolled down Instagram and Twitter. You felt the bed dip and an arm slung over your stomach. You rubbed circles on his arm as you kept on lurking and commenting on some photos and posts. He took your left hand and started drawing random patterns on your palm.
'I love you' You smiled at him and kissed his forehead.
'I know' He chuckled and leaned up to gave you a chaste kiss.
As the kiss deepened, he moved over you as his hand started to wander under your shirt but you stopped him short. You pushed him away gently and he groaned.
'Not tonight'
'Oh, come on-'
'I would but You have an interview tomorrow for GMA and I have to be early on set tomorrow.' He pouted and landed on his pillow with a huff.
You smirked and set your phone on the night stand. You leaned on your pillow and ran your hand through his hair.
'I promise I'll make it up to you'
'You better' he mumbled into his pillow.
You chuckled and kissed his temple then shut the light off.
As you were about to drift off you heard him mumble.
'What?'
'I said stop it'
'Stop what?'
'Your fingers on my arm'
