"Just so you know, you look even more stupid in that apron" I acknowledged while munching on m&ms. He stared down at the white apron, pulling out the edges and displaying the red uneven hearts plastered on it. "You know I made this, right?" "Still stupid" "I'm not taking it off, okay? Deal with it" "Yeah, whatever." He huffed and turned around, resuming his duty as my personal chef and in the process, flexing his butt. Yeah, I know, it's weird to stare at things like that but trust me, I found it difficult to look away. I mean, it had such a muscular structure and it only seemed to look better in jeans. More defined, yeah, that's the word. He had a defined butt. "Hey! You're staring at my butt!" "What butt?" I denied, then
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