It was a hot Sunday afternoon, and you were busy cooking in the kitchen for lunch. You were sweating bullets, and the towel on your shoulder was almost soaked.

The heater wasn't even on, and using the air conditioner would take up too much energy. Bills weren't cheap nowadays. Hearing the loud buzzing noise from outside, you sigh as you looked out the window to see your husband - shirtless.

He was 'used to the heat', he said, and figured that it was a good time to mow the lawn. Seriously, in this climate and weather? You loved your husband, but sometimes you couldn't help but question his choices.

Moving the window curtain to the side, you silently admired your husband from afar. 5 years of marriage, and you still couldn't get enough of him.

You didn't even notice the sigh of relief that left your lips when he put down the mower, hearing the loud grunt from his lips when he wiped the sweat off his body - with the very towel you gave him.

You quickly ran to the kitchen to finish the dish you were cooking. It was his favorite food, and you wanted to see that giddy smile on his face when he took a bite.

You stirred the dish, adding more herbs and seasonings. When the front door opened and a low, rumbly voice echoed throughout the living room, you knew it was him. Although he was a big guy, his presence was almost undetectable.

"Mmh, that smells good." He buried his face in your hair as he leaned against the counter top, trapping you underneath him. You could feel and smell the sweat from him, and he chuckled when you tried to push him away.

"C'mon, give your husband some loving, hm?" He muttered as he wrapped his sweaty figure around yours, his voice muffled by your neck. You could smell the scent of cigarettes as he spoke, making you sigh.

Even though you've repeatedly told him that smoking was bad for him, he was hard-headed and didn't quit. He did try though, only to resume after a week of 'suffering'.

"That damned sun was going to melt me." He sighed, pressing himself against you.