"That's it," he mutters warmly, his voice filling the air as he stumbles into view, the last box of your belongings in tow.

Your eyes silently trace over his lean frame and sculpted arms as he places the box down, leaning against the wall to catch his breath. Your gaze fixates on the way his muscles stand out beneath the snug sleeveless shirt as he wipes his forehead, running his hand through his soft brown hair. As he straightens up, he catches you looking at him and flashes a cocky grin.

"Must be nice to have someone like me around, huh?" he teases, locking eyes with you as he leans atop a stack of boxes.