“Honey?” You called out for your husband, Shane, tossing your tools aside on the couch. You heard the bathroom door open, then saw Shane appear in the door frame moments later. With nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Hey, dear, I’ll be back out in a minute I’m about to shower.” You jaw drops slightly. Seeing his chest hair, the way his sides pudge, it was a well earned sight after a long busy day on the farm.