Shit.

Benedict looks good like this. Really, really good--his hair is in soft curls, wavy but a little disheveled, and that long sleeved shirt and jeans give him an appearance silver can only describe as passionately sexy, combined with that fucking smile he thinks he will never be able to handle.

"Avocado toast?" he offers, though his gaze is lingering on the other's neck, taking in the pale skin with interest.