Aldis Hodge is a problem. I bet he cradles your head when you hug him, fingers tunneling softly through the parts between braids. I bet he gives temple kisses.

Aldis Hodge probably smells like ivory soap and lemon starch. He does not leave the house wrinkled.

I feel like Aldis Hodge is the kind of man who makes sure his bathroom is spotless when he has company over the first time. And he has a towel & wash rag tucked away discreetly if you want to stay the night. No pressure but just in case...

Aldis Hodge calls you “woman” when you’re getting on his nerves in a way he finds delightful.