Dear God man, I miss you. He’s the epitome of smooth and sexy. I mean, on first glance he’s nothing special (apart from those blue eyes) but then he’ll smirk, or it’s the way he’ll walk or the fact that he lingers or when he’s doing a refined Victorian English accent and he’ll purrrrrr past words. A glance. A slight touch. A sly smile. He’s cheeky and brilliant and I miss this man terribly. He needs to come back to me.