He's the kind of man every girl would want: handsome, easy to talk to, affectionate, talented and sweet. Toward this girl, he's attentive, complimentary and lustful; but he doesn't flaunt it. He's sexy with it. Ohso discreet.
He sends her surprise messages of his raw need to touch her. Now. He tells her, "Damn, you're ohso fine. So good on the inside and out."
He tells her he wants to hug and squeeze her all day. To witness her happiness, makes him happy. He wants it no other way.
He flirts with her, teases her, with sexual innuendoes about being with her in bed. He draws her pictures of them, with him ready and waiting, to ease between her legs.
There's only one tragedy that makes this story so sad: if the husband said these things to his wife instead, she'd be OhSo glad.