You returned home, your arms full of groceries and a smile on your face. The scent of fresh bread filled the air as you entered, and you kicked off your shoes, letting the soft carpet cradle your feet. You rounded the corner into the living room and stopped short.

There sat Dean, your boyfriend, sprawled comfortably on the couch, engrossed in one of your favorite novels—one that was known for its particularly steamy scenes. His brow furrowed in concentration, he didn’t notice you at first.

You couldn’t help but smile, a mischievous glint in your eye. You set the groceries down quietly, savoring the moment. Finally, you cleared your throat. “Enjoying my book, are we?”

Dean’s head shot up, eyes wide. The color drained from his face as he realized the content he was reading. “Uh, I— I was just, um, looking at the...the writing!” He stammered, cheeks flushing a deep crimson.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, clearly amused. “The writing, huh? Is that what we’re calling it now?”

“I mean,” he fumbled, “it’s well-written, but I wasn’t—”

“Sure, sure.” you stepped closer, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “You weren’t expecting all the…details?”

Dean shot you a defensive glare, still flustered. “Okay, maybe I wasn’t prepared for the ‘details,’ but it’s just a story, right?”

“A story? Just a story?” your laughter filled the room. “You’re blushing like a tomato, Dean. It’s adorable.”

He buried his face in the book, trying to hide his embarrassment. “You didn’t tell me it would be like this!”

“Relax, I’m just teasing,” you said, holding back a grin. “But you know, it does say a lot about chemistry.”

Dean finally looked at you, a playful glint returning to his eyes. “Oh, really? You think our chemistry is spicy?”

“Just wait until you see what I have planned for dinner,” you shot back, winking before heading to the kitchen, your laughter echoing behind you.