On The Couch
I walk into the loungeroom and find you sitting on the couch, laptop resting on your thighs and day time movies playing on the television. You are barely dressed, a button up flannel top and a pair of panties, evidence of your recent shower. Walking up behind you I see that you are reading our old chat logs, the hint of a blush upon your face. Smirking to myself I bend down over the back of the couch, resting my face in the crook of your neck and shoulder and breathing deep your scent, the...