He adored the way her eyes lit up, he loved the way her voice rang throughout his apartment as she looked at half naked men like she would look at a case. With an evaluative eye, detecting even the smallest flaw; or maybe she was looking for the hottest one. “Objectify me? Darling, you know that I do that myself, right? After all, what did that article that I caught you read call me? A sex god?” Oh, she was cute. She was cuter when she pretended to be angry at him, as if he couldn’t call her bullshit. Sighing, he smiled and left butterfly kisses against her shoulder and neck as she explained the new discoveries that Melody would make. “Marry you? Are you trying to tell me that you would rather be with Melody than me? You do realize who I am right? I am your trophy boyfriend.” He teased before he turned her around and trapped her between his arms. Looking at those beautiful eyes of hers. Yes, he was happy. He was very happy. And it was all because of the woman in front of him. Scarlett Lefurgey made him happy.
She looks at him, a smile on her lips as she raises her brows. “Yeah, I know you call yourself a sex god. It’s quite embarrassing to be honest.” She blinks a couple of times, biting the inside of her lower lip before looking back at the pictures. The man in question was blonde, with freckles and a six pack. She frowns, tilting her head to the side. “Look at this shit. This is like Adam with a six pack. Absolutely disgusting.” She laughs (freely) as he traps her in his arms, smiling while showing her teeth (her father always said it was a sign of submission. she always hated that). Scarlett loved his smile, the way that his eyes would crinkle as he talked, the way he made her feel. Scarlett loved— “She could me my trophy wife. It’d be more interesting, really. You know that I adore you, but— it’s Melody. You’re ‘just Henry’. I’m only in it for the fame and attention, you know that.”