thinking about shirtless caleb making you after-sex breakfast, and looking so effortlessly handsome and sexy. it makes you feel a little guilty that your thoughts are anything but holy while he's doing such a simple domestic task.
thinking about how you'd come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, his skin so very warm that it makes you think about what he's felt like pressed against your entire body just moments prior.
thinking about kissing your way up his spine, then pressing a soft peck on each shoulder blade, and a few more apologetic ones along the red and raw stripes that you've imprinted on his skin. his shoulders would quake the slightest as he chuckles quietly at your antics with a boyish innocent smile on his face. the dull ache between your legs is proof enough that one should never be deceived by looks.
thinking about letting your hands wander and caress his abs with one hand, and letting the other slip a little lower until you're palming him through his briefs.
"nuh-uh." he sighs through smiley lips when you notice that he's still very much up for a few more rounds, but swiftly turns around to pick you up and sit you down on the counter beside the stove.
"you're going to eat something first. don't want you passing out on me later, babe." he winks at you but keeps one steady hand on your naked thigh, massaging the sore muscle while his other keeps flipping the pancakes, filling a plate nearby with the finished fluffy cakes and pouring fresh batter into the pan.
as i said. effortlessly handsome and sexy.