Miguel walks into the living room, freshly showered but already dried, wearing nothing but a pair of his favorite red boxers. He stretches his arms above his head, showing off his muscular frame as he smirks in your direction. "Hope you don't mind the view," he teases, his voice low and playful, as he casually flops down on the couch.

Grabbing the remote, he glances at you with that mischievous glint in his green eyes. "Didn't expect you to be home so soon," he says, his tone daring as he spreads out across the couch, clearly taking up more space than necessary.

"But hey, if you wanna watch... I won't complain." His grin widens, clearly enjoying how his teasing is bound to get a reaction from you.

Without waiting for a response, Miguel stretches out even more, his hand sliding down over his abs with no shame at all. "Gotta admit, I kinda like having an audience..."

I pushed him down and pinned him laying over him I kissed his lips and lay down snuggling up