If you're still having your sleepover, you know I'm a sucker for soft Haz so maybe a blurb? If you're feeling up to it?? 🙈❤️🥺 (Formerly summernykole btw)
samm could you write something cute with haz, im feeling quite anxious rn and i need some comfort 😞 — @soft-haz
thank you samm i love it! and i'm alright now💞
Mob AU, 64- “I’ve been waiting long enough.” From reaction prompts, #40 “i need you so badly right now, i don’t care who sees us.” From smut list, with Haz
“Come on, Hazzy…I’ve been waiting long enough.” You whined pathetically, pressing your thighs together, pouting further when he didn’t spare you so much as a glance from his paperwork. He loved teasing you, and today had been no different. He’d mumbled dirty promises to you that morning in bed, insisting that you join him in his office while he worked. Little did you know that he wouldn’t be bending you over his desk as promised until after he was finished with his work for the day.
“Hush now, love. I already told you, I’m busy.” He mumbled, just as patiently as he had the first time, an odd trait for a mobster. “Legs spread for me darling, you know the rules.” He grumbled, scribbling down a few notes and you could feel yourself grow even more frustrated at his lack of attention.
Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you stood, crossing the room to him and plopping down unceremoniously into his lap, facing him. Without wasting even one second, you began to grind your hips into his, gripping his shoulders tightly. The unmistakable sound of paper and knuckles hitting the desk behind you almost made you giggle, but instead, you continued working on his lap. He crept his hand up your spine, the tips of his fingers dancing delicately upward before tangling them into the hair at the nape of your neck. You whimpered as he pulled your head backward, forcing you to look at him.
“Being awfully naughty, aren’t we?” He asked lowly, voice becoming gravelly with lust. You groaned, bucking your hips harshly and making him hiss. “Fucking ‘aye. You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you? What if someone comes in?” He smirked, eyeing you smugly.
“I need you so badly right now, I don’t care who sees us.”
“That’s what I’m talking about.” He growled, wrapping his arms beneath your thighs. He lifted you effectively, shoving all the papers and knick-knacks off of his desk with one arm before pushing you roughly down on top of it. He curled one hand around your throat and you smiled devilishly up at him, making him chuckle. “This what you wanted? Hmm? You want some attention?” He cooed, leaning forward enough that you could feel his lips brush against yours, driving you absolutely wild.
“P-please Haz…” You whimpered, wrapping your hands around his wrist as he drug his other hand between your legs. But you knew Harrison well enough to know that even though he was giving you a bit of relief right at that moment, you knew he was nowhere near being done with you, and you were in for a long night.
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summer, congrats on your milestone!!! may i request a little angsty-fluffaroo with “I just really miss talking to you.” and my fave mob!haz? 😊💖 - @soft-haz
Thank you again, my love! @soft-haz I’m going to go ahead and make this a continuation of this blurb. Sorry, not sorry.
After you’d stormed off to the bedroom, half of you had expected for him to follow you, though you knew he wouldn’t. Harrison may have been aggravating in more ways than one, but he was always really good about respecting your wishes. If you told him you needed space, he was sure to give it to you, even if it wasn’t what he wanted. So, instead of working things out that night, you went to bed angry, resisting the urge to join him on the couch, where you knew he would be staying for the night.
The next day you awoke with the sun, grimacing at the cold half of the bed that normally would have been occupied by your boyfriend. Sitting up, you couldn’t help but notice how quiet the house was, and as much as you tried to repress the anger that began to bubble up in your stomach, you couldn’t ignore it. You felt ignored and unimportant as you came to the realization that Harrison had not listened to a word you’d said the night before and gone back to work without even trying to fix the problem with you. It was infuriating and you had half a mind to drive to his office to return the key to his home when you heard the soft beep of the coffee maker.
A huff passed your lips, and you got up to go relieve the maids for the day, shock overtaking you as you found Harrison in the kitchen, pouring two cups of coffee before turning to face you. He wore a sheepish smile and you had to fight to keep one off of your own face. You weren’t ready to forgive him just yet, but you were ready to accept his peace offering of coffee and hear him out. He nodded his head to the island beside him. You reluctantly shuffled forward, taking the seat next to his.
“Right then. I guess I should start by saying that I’m sorry. Not just kinda sorry, not just a little sorry…I’m really, truly, deeply sorry. I was a dickhead and you don’t deserve to be treated as anything less than my top priority, because you should be. I’m sorry it took so long for me to get it.”
“But do you get it, Haz? Do you actually get it? Do you understand why I’ve been so upset lately?” You asked, cursing yourself as your voice broke. He chewed on his bottom lip, avoiding the hurt in your eyes with a nod.
“I do, angel. And I really am sorry.” He admitted. You let out a sigh in defeat, knowing that you weren’t going to be able to stay angry with him for long.
“I just really miss talking to you. I miss spending time with you…I’m your girlfriend, Haz…you should WANT to spend time with me, yeah?” You mumbled, suddenly feeling self-conscious in your argument. What if he didn’t want you anymore? Your insecurities were put to rest a moment later, though, when he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pressing an apologetic kiss to your temple.
“I miss you too, love. And I’m prepared with a plan. One week out of the month, every single month, I’m going to put everything aside and pay full attention to you. No business calls, no last-minute deals, no late nights. For one full week, you have me all to yourself. And,I’m going to start coming home earlier in the evenings.” He hesitated for a moment, sniffling before his watery eyes met yours again. You felt your heart ache as he added with a broken voice. “I’m going to do better for you because if I lost you…I don’t know what I would do with myself. You are the greatest thing to ever have entered my life, and I’m so sorry I didn’t treat you like the queen that you are.” He mumbled, and this time, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.
He may not have been a perfect boyfriend, and you knew that things wouldn’t be magically fixed right away, but he was willing to make an effort, and that meant more to you than you would ever be able to describe. He was willing to try to make you a priority. And that was all you could ever ask for.
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wow my heart
also,, full on angst with 29. “I’ve never been good at keeping promises.” + 26. “Will you ever forgive me?” with mob!haz please?😌💕 - @soft-haz
Thank you for your requests and I’m so sorry it took me so long, love @soft-haz. I’ll do your other one as soon as I can, I promise! I hope you like it, I’m still a little rusty (sorry :( )
You sighed in frustration, tapping your foot in perfect sync with the ticking of the clock on the wall. He was supposed to be home hours ago, and yet here you were, hour nearing two am, the dinner you’d spent hours making, Harrison’s favorite, had long since gone cold on the dining room table and your heart grew cold with it. Unshed tears lined the bases of your eyes, your jaw tensed in aggravation.
It was another fifteen minutes before you heard the door open then close, Monty, taking off in the direction of the sound while growling. You could hear him shush the dog quietly, whispering to him that he ‘didn’t want to wake mummy up’ and you scowled. It was the deep kind of scowl that you could feel on your face and in your heart. It wasn’t until he entered the living room that he realized you were awake, pale blue eyes meeting yours before widening.
“Hey, angel.” He breathed, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably.
“Oh don’t you dare start that shit with me.” You growled, standing from the couch. Even though you were a good foot shorter than your boyfriend, he took a step backward, trying to put more distance between the two of you.
“I got a little busy at the office, darling. You know how it goes.”
“Yeah,” you nodded, the first tear slipping down your cheek. “I do know how it goes. But you know what else I know? I know that lately, you make me feel like complete and utter shit. You don’t treat me like I matter to you anymore, much less like I’m a priority to you. God, Harrison, you PROMISED you would be home for dinner! I haven’t seen you for longer than twenty minutes in weeks! You fucking promised!” You cried out, swiping furiously at the tears on your cheeks.
“Darling…you know that I’ve never been good at keeping promises.” He sighed, avoiding your eyes with his own. You clenched your jaw and your fists, resisting the urge to lash out the way you wanted to. You wanted to make him leave. You wanted him to tell him to sleep in his office since he loved running the fucking mob so much, but you resisted, knowing that it wouldn’t be wise to purposely upset a mobster.
“Harrison…I honestly don’t even know what to say to you anymore. I made you dinner. Goodnight.” You hissed, gearing up to stomp down the hallway toward your bedroom when you felt his slender fingers grip your wrist.
“Will you ever forgive me?” He mumbled, blue eyes holding remorse, and fuck did you want to forgive him right then and there. In truth, it wasn’t this broken promise that had you so upset. It was the accumulation of the broken promises, the late nights, the constantly treating you as a last resort and so while you knew you would eventually forgive him, you weren’t ready to do so just yet.
“I don’t know, Haz. Goodnight.” You grumbled, crossing your arms tightly over your chest before heading into your bedroom alone, wondering what he would do to make it up to you this time.
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thank you i love it
Can u write something about a good makeout sesh between Haz x reader and then they have bath and cuddle together after 😁
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You pulled Harrison closer to you, your lips on his as he leaned you up against the bathroom tiles. Waiting for the bathtub to fill up while his hands went underneath your dress, helping you get undressed before your bath.
Harrison laughed into another kiss as you lifted your hands in the air to help him get your clothes off, tossing them to the floor in the process.
Your tongue soothed over Harrison as you followed his lead, taking his pants off as your lips barely left his. Running your hands through his sandy waves as the tub finally filled up.
Lighting a few candles and dimming the lights, Harrison guided you into the heated tub with a smile, “You comfortable, gorgeous?” He asked with a chuckle as he followed you in.
“More comfortable I’m here with you,” you told him as you backed yourself up against him, finding a comfortable spot as you let your body relax. Harrison wrapped his hands around you, running the suds through your hair as the water collected in between the both of you.
Harrison moved his lips to your new damp neck, pressing open and wet kisses against it. Hearing you let out a gasp for more as you pressed your back
“That feels good…” you let out a laugh, your voice echoing against the tiles as they fluttered closed as Harrison kept going.
“I think I like taking baths with you,” Harrison told you, smiling against your neck as he ran his fingers through your hair. Finding your lips as he captured them slowly and intimately.
His fingers now guiding down your bare back, your soft breathy moans leading him to in between your thighs as you kissed him again. His fingers tracing circles against your thigh teasingly.
“If you keep doing that I’ll be taking all of my baths with you…” you breathed out, nodding your head for him to continue.
An imagine where Harrison goes out with the guys and he wears that turtle neck from today to hide the hickies the reader left on him and then they tease him when they notice?
“Wow, someone got all dressed up for Pub Night,” Harry teases as Harrison slides into the booth.
Harrison scoffs. “Whatever, you’re just upset because I can pull this off and you never could. Also, it was a freebie they let me take home after the photo shoot, so…”
“Ah, there it is.” Harry shakes his head. “Best shirt’s a free shirt, am I right?”
“Yeah. Hey, I’m glad you and Tom could make it home for a few days.”
Tom grins as he slides in next to Harrison. “Yeah, it’s Thanksgiving over there, so they let us have a few days off. Shooting’s going really well, I…” Suddenly, Tom raises an eyebrow. “Why, Harrison Osterfield, I know why you’re wearing that turtleneck.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. Looks like (Y/n) left you a little present.” Tom suddenly yanks down the collar of the turtleneck, revealing a series of purple spots on the side of Harrison’s neck.
Harrison groans softly as he blushes crimson. “Hey, cut that out.”
“So, things got a little… heated last night?” Harry teases.
It wasn’t that Harrison was embarrassed to be with you, really. It was more that such a private thing was on display for everyone to see. He loved you, and he loved the physical aspect, but he preferred to keep that part of it private.
“I’d say more than just a little heated,” Tom laughs as he sips his beer.
Harrison, finally figuring he isn’t going to hear the end of it unless he ends it, says: “Well, at least I’m getting some action.”
“I… hey, shut up,” Tom grumbles.
“Yeah, this isn’t about us.” Harry angrily shoves a pretzel into his mouth.
Harrison laughs. “That’ll teach you lot to make fun of my girlfriend when you don’t even have one. Now, tell me more about filming.”
hii! idk if you remember the photo haz took in front of the mirror recently? i can't stop thinking abt riding him in front of it and him taking a sneaky vid of it? maybe idk luv u💜
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10 and 16 with Haz please 👀👀 go wild dude this is awesome
For blurb night, mob!haz seeing the reader in a backless black dress and not able to keep his hands off her with some implied smut thanks!
Blurb night, slight NSFW
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“Why do you always have to tease me, love?” Harrison muttered wrapping his arms around your waist leaning his head on your exposed back.
“I’m not doing anything Haz.” Y/n chuckled at her boyfriend who had now started leaving kisses all over her back. His lips were hot on her skin as she tried to finish her makeup.
“Maybe we should just skip the hole gala, and stay home instead.” Harrison said letting his arm travel south so it was now resting on the inside of her thigh. His dark lust-filled eyes meet hers in the mirror. The way she looked so innocent had him so hooked.
“You know you can’t skip this gala, you were planning on talking with some of the people that owns you money.” Y/n says as innocent as she can trying to push her luck. Biting her lip she can see his eyes darken even more of that’s ever possible. The grip on her thigh and waist got tighter as he spined her around so she was now facing him. Crapping her face in his hands he kissed her like never before. The kiss was needy. Both wanting to skip the foreplay and go straight to the fun part. Backing her towards her bed she falls down on it, Harrison climbing in after her finding his position in between her legs grinding his hard on into her crotch making a moan leave her lips.
“You, my darling, is way more important than some guy that owns me money!”
Sitting on Haz’s face and he’s moaning too because he feels like he’s in heaven
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“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” with Boxer! Haz ?? idk i luv that au
omg bless here u go
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If there was one side to Harrison that anyone rarely saw, it was the soft, romantic side of him. But somehow, someway, you’d broken down those walls quickly. He let you in much quicker than he’d ever let anyone in. You’d only been dating a few months, and you already knew more about him than most of his friends did. You knew better than anyone that he was a romantic at heart, that he loved love and all things cutesy, but you were still surprised by his reaction when he found you wearing some of his clothes.
The previous night, he’d won his fight in no time at all, which led to the two of you celebrating back at his place. Afterward, you’d fallen asleep in no time, with your skin pressed against his, the sound of his heartbeat lulling you into a comfortable sleep. The next morning you woke up with the desperate need for coffee, which you knew Harrison would have downstairs. Not wanting to tug your uncomfortable jeans and blouse on, you found a clean pair of Harrison’s boxers and one of his t-shirts to slip on. It was the first time you’d ever worn his clothes, but you figured he wouldn’t mind.
Not long later, Harrison had woken up to find the spot next to him empty and the smell of coffee wafting into the bedroom. Tugging on his own pair of boxers, he wandered out to his kitchen to find you standing there in his clothes. He stopped in his tracks, sentence dropping off right in the middle, “Good morning, dar-”
You whipped around at the sound of his voice, your cheeks immediately filling with warmth with the way he was looking at you. Biting down on your bottom lip, your eyes met his, voice soft, “Wh-what?”
A huge smile spread across his face as he crossed the kitchen, “Nothing… It’s just- I can’t believe you’re wearing my clothes.”
His arms slid around your waist as yours went around his neck. You gave him a shy smile, your fingertips gently brushing over the light bruise that was covering his cheekbone from the fight the previous evening. “Oh, um, I’m sorry. I just- I just didn’t want to put my jeans on, and-”
Harrison cut you off, one of his fingers resting against your lips, “Nonsense. You look gorgeous. You can wear my clothes any time you want, love.”
hi lovely can you do “It’s raining, we shouldn’t leave the house.” with haz please💛
sldfjk it’s raining here today and i need this
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You woke up early on Saturday morning, only to hear the sound of raindrops steadily hitting the windowpane. Rainy days were your favorite, and you planned to make the most of it… by not leaving the house. Preferably not even leaving your bed. It was still warm underneath the covers, so you burrowed yourself even further into the blankets as you turned over to snuggle in closer with your boyfriend.
Harrison was barely half-awake, his pretty blue eyes shielded slightly by his long eyelashes. One side of his mouth pulled up into a smile, arm circling around your waist to pull you in closer. He nudged his nose into your hair, letting out a content sigh before mumbling softly, “Mmm g’mornin’, babe.”
“Mornin’, love,” you whispered back, pressing your cheek against his bare chest, scooting in as close as you possibly could to feel all of his warmth. Your legs tangled with his underneath the sheets, impossibly intertwined. Fingertips tracing shapes against his skin, you whispered again, “‘s raining today, we shouldn’t leave the house.”
You could feel Harrison smile as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Sounds good to me, love.”
It was only a matter of time before the sleep was pulling you back under. Still awake, Harrison traced small shapes against the small of your back, one of his hands coming up to play with your hair lightly. There was barely any light in the room, the storm clouds outside blocking the sun, but he was still sure that you had never looked prettier.
boo, the universe is kicking me while I'm down so can you write something disgustingly soft with my man's, please? ily💛
aww, boo, i hope you are doing okay?? let me know if i have to punch the universe for you, i’d gladly do that… now onto the disgustingly soft blurb!
to say you were having a rough couple of days would be an understatement. you were having the worst days of your life. your job sucked, you were having a fight with your best friend, and to top it all off, you got caught in the rain on the way to your boyfriend’s house, and by the time you reached his place you were in tears.
as soon as Harrison opened the door, he knew there was something wrong. not only because you were sopping wet, but because of how pale and sad you looked. he had not seen you for the last week, and now that he was seeing how upset you looked, his heart broke.
“oh, love, come here.” he pulled you in for a hug, not caring if he got wet as well. he was about to change into comfortable clothing anyways, and your comfort mattered more that wet clothes. “let’s get you into something dry, i’ll dry your hair, then get something to eat okay?” he says in the softest and most gentle voice possible, rubbing your arms.
after going through the motions of changing and then actually taking tom’s hair dryer to dry your hair, he makes you sit on the couch, wraps the fluffiest blanket they have around you and goes into the kitchen to make you some hot chocolate. he knew sugar was the only way to make you feel better.
“here you go, hot chocolate with three marshmellows and whipped cream.” even the sight of the drink was not enough to make you smile. he puts the cups down on the table and pulls you on his lap, where you proceed to bury your face in his shoulders. “baby, tell me.”
so you tell him all. all about your shitty week, your work problems, your fight with your best friend, and how in general you felt absolutely shitty. he listened with attention, rubbing your shoulders and kissing your temple whenever you talked about a perticularly bad detail.
“it’s almost as if the universe is trying to screw me.” you sniffle, trying to wipe your tears.
“i wish i could just wrap you up in blankets and bubble wraps and save you from all this!” he says, holding your face in his hands.
“but you can’t” you smile at him a little, leaning forward to grab one of the cup of hot chocolate from the table. the drink was lukewarm at this point, but it was tasty nontheless, “but you can always make me hot chocolate whenever i feel this shitty. your hot chocolates are like the only thing that makes me feel like everything is going to be okay.”
he smiles at you, “just hot chocolate?” you shrug, a cheeky smile making it’s way on your lips,
“and some cuddles would be good too, i guess.” you laugh when he pokes your sides with his fingers,
“well, if they make you feel good, then my cuddles and hot chocolate making skills are always at your service.” he smiles wide after hearing you laugh, glad you were finally feeling better. “now come on, i have more cuddles to give you.” he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and just sitting there. he could not protect you from all the hurt in the world, but he would damn well make sure that you were well taken care of, always.
Can i get a harrison cuddling blurb?
this isn’t a blurb idk what it is but enjoy (get it cause your name is joy asdasd haha i’m a genius no? ok i need sleep) ||
Harrison would be super good at cuddling, he’s the kind to request it but also likes to have it super spontaneous, both of them are good, different, and so special.
Never the same, though, but always perfect.
Whenever he is feeling cosy, he just comes and wraps his arms around you, and just drags you to the sofa and kisses you and warms you up. That’s his way to ask it. He doesn’t need to word it, his actions speak louder, his pursed lips…With those staggering blue eyes, it’s impossible to say no, even when you have other stuff to do you give him his time, you give up.
He’s the kind to cuddle alone with you, and he runs his hands through your hair, looks you in the eyes and quietly enjoys your company. Maybe he places some kisses on your face, on your neck, and lace your fingers, lifting up your hand to look at it, you just melt, right into him. He is the bigger spoon, usually, but sometimes, you’re the bigger one.
He’s the kind to offer to cuddle whenever you’re feeling down, and he just kisses away your problems. He makes you feel sure you’re loved, you’re not alone. When he is feeling down, though, you are the one to cuddle him, and just listen to his heart. You want him to know he is loved, he is worth it, and he is so much more than they’ve got planned.
Cuddling with tired Haz? ❄️
You sat, propped up against the pillows, on your bed as you idly scrolled through your phone. You’d just finished putting away laundry and were taking a short break.
The bed next to you dipped slightly with added weight; a soft whine accompanied a head settling onto your shoulder.
You laughed as you put your phone on the bedside table. “Hi, baby.”
“Hi,” Harrison said, voice muffled by your shirt.
“Long day?”
Harrison grunted affirmatively; you started raking a hand through his curls.
“Oh, c’mere.” You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into your chest. He nestled his head in the crook of your neck, sighing contentedly.
“Today was just so exhausting,” Harrison said quietly, arm snaking around your waist. “The shoot went really long, longer than we thought… it’s so nice to be home.”
You pressed a gentle kiss to the middle of his forehead. “It’s nice to have you here.”
Harrison hummed happily. “I love it when you hold me, you know that?”
“I do.”
The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a long time, you softly scratching his scalp.
“I love you,” Harrison said sleepily, eyelids fluttering.
“I love you too.”
Harrison fell asleep shortly after; you weren’t far behind. You hated seeing him so tired, you really did, but the both of you always got your best sleep tangled in each others’ arms.
And if you have time, maybe “Yeah… Huh? Oh, sorry I was just thinking about my girl/boyfriend.” ilysm
hi lovely! I was wondering if you could do a blurb with Haz? with the prompt “Yeah… Huh? Oh, sorry I was just thinking about my girl/boyfriend.” please??
hiii loves, this probably isn’t my best work but i hope you like it anyway lmao
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It was a Saturday night, and Harrison was out with his friends, which he tried to do at least a few times a month. It was harder now that they were all getting busy with their jobs, and because of the fact that he wanted to spend time with you. He loved his friends, there was no way he’d be able to get by without them, but it seemed as though his mind was always on you. How you would find what Tom had just said hilarious. How you would definitely like the drink that he’d tried that night. The list went on and on.
On this particular night, Harrison was having an especially hard time focusing on the conversations his friends were having. He’d just gotten back from being away for a while, and even though he’d seen you when he’d arrived home, it hadn’t felt like enough. He couldn’t help that his mind just kept wandering back to you. His friends knew what was on his mind, and even though they were happy for him, they were definitely going to tease him about it.
“Haz? Mate, are you listening?” Harry’s voice brought his attention back to the conversation at hand.
“Yeah… Huh? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking about Y/N,” Harrison replied, feeling sheepish as he took another drink of his beer.
Tom scoffed, quirking an eyebrow, “We know, dude. You know she could come out with us, too. We don’t mind.” The rest of his friends chimed in agreement, saying “how cool” you were and that they didn’t mind if you joined.
Harrison glanced around at his friends, nose crinkling up slightly, “Are you sure? I mean, I just figured it was kind of a boy’s night thing.”
“Nah, we don’t mind,” Tom replied with a smile, “but for the meantime, just go home to Y/N. We’ll hang out again soon, yeah?”
Grinning, Harrison downed the rest of his beer and left some cash on the table to pay for his drinks, “Yeah. Cheers, boys. See ya later.”
Barely ten minutes later and Harrison was home, kicking his shoes off and joining you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you tightly. When you asked why he was home so early, he simply pressed a kiss to your forehead, mumbling, “Just couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout you, love.”
