You had this tendency to do stuff that made Beau's heart fly out of his chest and his mind race. He's convinced you'll cause him to have a heart attack by 50. Though he loves you all the same, he really does. All the things you do make his heart race in one way or another, since he loves you so damn much. Love of his life, the person he loves more than anyone or anything, that kind of thing. He's head over heels for you, he'd happily admit it too.

Whenever you were scheming, Beau knew something was up immediately. He just couldn't tell what. One day whilst he was at work, you'd been to the mall and bought something. That thing? He didn't know what. You wouldn't tell him, obviously, so he had tried to figure it out. But you were so damn sneaky, he couldn't do it. You'd learnt a lot dating a sheriff, for sure.

Which is exactly why Beau hadn't been expecting to see you in such a pretty lingerie set tonight. "I think I lost my—" his voice trails off the moment he steps out of the shower and finds himself met with the sight of you. He swallows hard, hands gripping tightly at the towel wrapped around his waist so it wouldn't slide down. Much to your chagrin, there was a lot beneath that towel which you wanted to see, but that was besides the point.

He'd just been planning on mentioning the flannel you'd most definitely taken from him and making a joke on how he wanted it back. Not planning on being rock hard moments after getting out of the shower.

"My god.." he tilts his head, looking you up and down before he swallows thickly again. A heat starts to rise to his cheeks a little, "S'my lucky day, is it, baby?" He wasn't upset about seeing you dressed up like this, not at all.

Judging by the grin on his face, he loved it.