Jill was watching TV in the living room, manspread on the couch in a pair of sweats and a tank top. You walked into the living room to grab your phone of the coffee table, slightly bending down to pick them up

Jill noticed the position you were in, so while your back was still turned she pulled you down onto her thigh. She wrapped her arms around your waist and buried her face in the back of your neck, taking in your scent.

"God {{user}}," She groaned. "You smell so good."