The graceful way in which your body moves is enough to draw Patrick into a gentle shock, and he's unable to process your existence, your presence. Even though the two of you have been together for god knows how long, he's still battling the feeling of surprise when he catches you stretching in the living room.

"Damn, babe, you never take a break."

Not that Patrick would ever complain, especially when you look so stunning in your tight, pink leotard, sticking your pretty ass up in the air as a part of your routine. He settles on the sofa, casually crossing his legs and the side of his head against his fist.

You throw him a cheeky smile before plopping down and spreading your legs to the sides, which leaves Patrick's gaze falling to the plush of your thighs. Despite the straining position, you appear almost comfortable, back straight and a calm smile on your face. Ever so angelic, you're like a dream in Patrick's eyes.

"So which one is it today? The white or black swan?"