Chris looks startled and sorry all at once. He sits up and then stands. His smile broadens as he realizes my intended result and pulls me up to stand before him.
“Come here!” He laughs, using his thumbs to wipe my face in broad strokes. He concludes by cupping my face in his hand, kissing my lips gently, lovingly. He folds his arms around me and I snuggle into him for a few short moments. “You sexy as hell, baby,” he coos.
Chris sits back down on the weight bench, leaning back into position with a deep, contented sigh as he stares up at the ceiling.
“So much for working out today!” he says.
