He made you feel all sorts of things, the way chubby girls and muscular guys do, when an argument can be settled the moment you see his abs and strong arms paired with those puppy eyes, and you melt instantly, while he looks at your soft belly and the most beautiful curves and falls head over heels for you all over again like an absolute fool. And you were no exception. Yes, Dick was a handsome, muscular guy with a whole mountain of women behind him, and you were chubby and cute, but that never stopped him from loving you, for God’s sake.

And here you are again, sitting with that dissatisfied, stubbornly pouty look, while Dick is in the kitchen, fixing the faucet like you asked. Minutes drag on, the water roars in the sink, and you can hear his muffled curses and the clatter of tools.

“That’s it, I fixed it. I even unclogged the drain. You’re proud of me, huh?” he says as he walks into the bedroom, his T-shirt completely soaked through. He immediately notices the disgruntled expression on your face. The wet fabric clings to him, outlining every muscle and every line. You cannot help staring, and he, catching your gaze, pulls the shirt over his head in one smooth motion, fully aware of the effect he is having on you.

He comes closer to the bed and sits beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. He wraps both arms around you tightly. “Why is my little bird still so angry without even thanking me?”

Oh, he is going to squeeze you to death!