Imagine coming home to your flat after a stressed day of work. Benedict welcomes you and asks you to turn around so that he can blindfold you. Then, his warm breath on your neck and his hands gently on your shoulders, he leads you through your flat until he whispers in your ear to stop. He removes the blindfold from your eyes and all you can see is the bathtub surrounded by so many tea lights and rose petals. You turn around and find him smiling softly, chuckling: ”I really hope that we both fit in there”.
