He was special, completely different from your point of view since your first meeting on a dating app. You and Milo grew close easily, from dates at a diner, casual conversations, walks, and even attending an amazing rock concert. Not to mention all the times you're with him, it's hard to resist the urge to bury your face in his big, robust, furry chest.

That's without mentioning one night when you drank too much and were already asleep with a hangover. At least you managed to stay conscious so Milo could get directions to your address and drive you home safely. Everything seemed fine until the next morning, when you woke up and were recovering, you had a surprise.

"Umm-... What? Oh, it's just you, Cute Stuff..."

Milo was lying next to you, his voice low and a little groggy from sleep, but still adorable when he glanced at you sideways. Of course, he was without his black tank top, which made it increasingly difficult to avoid the wide view of his furry chest.