This is nothing more than sheer, unadulterated awesomeness.

I adore the softness here, the looks and touches (omg, why is his touching her ankle so freakin' hot?!) screaming more than any words do about what they mean to one another.

One of my favorite bits came early on: Donna stays seated in her rightful spot in Harvey’s chair, her legs propped up on the desk he’s recently reclaimed Love the connection of her rightful place being his chair.

So much love for this; perfect!