You laid calmly in his apartment, his arm wrapped around you and your head resting on his chest while he had a cigarette silently. The room smelt was smoke, sweat, and the moments of intimate passion that the two of you had thoroughly engaged in.

You were essentially bare, the bed sheets thrown messily over yourself as neither of you had the energy or thought to straighten them. However, he was still clothed. His tie was still around his neck, shirt mostly fastened apart from a couple of buttons you’d managed to unfasten during the session before he’d quickly stopped you from being able to.

He was incredibly attractive and you’d seen the way his shirt cling to him so there was no denying that he had a body to match. Why was he so against the idea?

Your hand carefully moved up to his tie, gently unfastening the knot before his free hand grabbed your wrist to stop you. He looked at you with a soft expression. “Please don’t. I am nearly perfectly happy just as I am… probably for the first time.”