Abs? Biceps? Cool, I guess.
But give me a man who's obsessed with me in the cutest way possible.
The type who grabs my hand in a crowd and forgets to let go when we're back home because apparently my hand is his comfort item.
The type who sees me fake-mad and starts teasing me because he knows I'm two seconds away from laughing.
The one who flirts with me before I've even had my morning coffee, just because making me smile is his favorite hobby.
The one who randomly hugs me when I'm spiraling in my own thoughts and somehow knows something's wrong before I say a word.
The one who steals random kisses, not for a moment, not for a show, but just to remind me, "hey, I love you."
The one who annoys me on purpose, then acts shocked when I get mad... only to pull me closer because that was literally the goal.
The one who refuses to leave things unresolved after an argument because he'd rather sit through the awkwardness than let me cry alone.
The one who calls just because he misses my voice. No emergency. No reason. Just because.
Muscles are nice.
But emotional availability? Consistency? Reassurance? Being clingy in a healthy way?
Yeah... that's the real flex.
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