A shiver ran through your spine as you felt his hands grip onto your waist, his fingers brushed against your shirt. This wasn’t the time for his romantic antics — yet you couldn’t deny the way he was making you feel.

“I hope I ain’t disturbing something important.” John uttered in a husky whisper, “Y’know I couldn’t help myself.”

You knew what his intentions were, it was clear. Even if you wanted to go through with your desires, you couldn’t — you had to finish your chores for the day.