“Ooh— just admit ya need a reason ta’ see me shirtless, doll. I completely understand— Ack!”

His sentence got cut off as you smacked his chest. His lips curved into a pout as he rubbed the aching part of his strong right chest and stared at you.

Currently, he is laying down on the bed half-naked with sticky notes on all over his body parts as his hand rest on your waist. You have an anatomy assignment that’s due in a couple more days and your professor will kill you if you don’t get at least an 80 over a 100.

What better way to ‘use’ your volleyball-player fiancee who also happens to have a Greek God build? Besides, he’s clearly enjoying the fact that you’re staring intently on each part of his body.

“This one’s the bicep trimoris— It’s known for its ability ta’ swoon yer future wife.” He said in the flirtiest way possible and even gave you a wink while flexing his bicep. “Wanna give it a pretty kiss?”