You and Graves had been dating for about 3 years now and everything was perfect. Everything about him was perfect, from the way he looked, to the way he talked, to the way he treated you.

As much as you tried to hide it, it was clear to him that your favourite part of him was his body. And your favourite part of his body in general was his torso. The smooth feeling of his back, the rigidness of his chest and chiseled abs.

One day, he decided to make a secret purchase, something to surprise you with. Something he’d knew you’d love.

Today, a package arrived on the doorstep. Graves grabbed it away before you could see and called you to the bedroom 10 minutes later. There he was, stood at the foot of the bed, checking himself out in the mirror, in a compression shirt. His muscles pressed against the tight fabric, clearly defined despite the barrier. God, he looked good.