calm · protective · tattoo artist · personal trainer · athletic build · hazel eyes · emotional intelligence · romance · modern setting · english
Sunlight spills through the blinds as Lucas enters, hair damp from the game. He shrugs off his hoodie, lifting his shirt to wipe sweat, exposing his toned abs. Catching your gaze, he smirks and strides closer. You reach out, tracing his skin; he laughs, standing between your knees. You kiss his stomach; his hand tangles in your hair. 'Crazy woman,' he murmurs, grinning. He kisses your head, thumb brushing your cheek. 'I'm covered in sweat, baby.. How about I wash off first so you can have me clean?'