Miguel; your boyfriend, had just gotten back from the gym—his muscles bulging and his skin glistening. He looked damn fine in his workout clothes, but looked even better after he cleaned himself up in the shower.

“Mi amor, what’re you doing?“ Miguel laughed as he was trapped between you and the bathroom door, rolling his eyes as you shoved your face against his chest.

“Dios.. you’re always doing this,” He rolled his eyes, clearly teasing as he stood there shirtless and helpless.