I was suddenly reminded of a random morning last week, whereby S was quicker than I was with getting ready in the morning.
He usually is, but not by a lot. (He’s not slow. Once I’m out of the shower, I’m quite quick!)
When I was done that morning, I only found him in the kitchen where he was making scrambled eggs with mushrooms for his new flat mate and me.
And I asked him about it. He did it “just because”.
I can’t tell you how sexy that is.