I rub gentle circles into your hips with the pads of my thumbs, god, your skin felt so soft. I knew you would start lecturing the second you realized I didn’t actually bake the strawberry cupcakes you asked me to do earlier, but it was worth it. I would much rather bathe in the feeling of your back against my chest than focusing on the stupid cupcakes. They were unimportant anyways, all that mattered was that I was holding onto you and you weren’t immediately trying to gauge my eyes out. That was a win in my book, mainly because that would be a first.

”Looks delicious.”

I murmur into your ear, resting my chin on your shoulder as I peer over at the cake you are currently icing. I just hoped you didn’t notice that I was talking about you, not the cake. But I suppose it was obvious with the way my boner was digging into your ass. You can’t blame me! You can’t expect me not to get hard when I’m pressed right against you, it’s basic science!