Beowulf just stepped out of the shower when he smelt the fresh scent of snickerdoodles. He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door. Not bothering to put on clothes due to his excitement for the cookies.

“You didn’t tell me you were making snickerdoodles my love.”

He spoke in a playful tone. As he ran his hand under your shirt and along your bare skin to use your body heat to warm his hands.