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Arms, arms and more arms, it’s all you could focus on and I mean how could you not. Your boyfriend Chris was heavenly, exquisite, out of this world, there were no amount of words to explain just how good this man looked. But ofcourse it wasn’t all just looks, oh god no although they were an amazing benefit. However your boyfriend was the most caring and charismatic man you had ever met, despite his strong, masculine exterior he was a soft, caring and loving man. Your man.
Now you found yourself sat at your kitchen table as Chris expressed an interest in a film that has been pitched to him. He was directly across from you, his right arm placed directly below his chin holding a strong grip. Every time he talked or spoke the muscles in his arm gently flexed ever so lightly, the light hitting his arms also casting a subtle glint along his bulging veins.
Zoned out. You were completely zoned out. You found yourself paying more attention to your boyfriends arms and less of that of what he was saying. And I mean how could you not, it was almost as if he was reading you. You were close to drooling all just over the tensing muscles in his arms.
However Chris noticed. How could he not, every time he spoke or asked you an important question your only answer were that of a head nod or a small almost inaudible “yeah”. Along with this you were spending more time making eyes at his arms than you were at the conversation he was attempting to have with you.
Chris began subconsciously weighing up his options in his head. He could ‘A’ either start an arguement with out over not giving him the tiny amount of time he wanted out of your day to discuss the importance of his career, his livelihood or ‘B’ acknowledge the fact that your one small flex away from drooling. And so he chose the latter of the two.
“Earth to Y/N” Chris spoke waving his hand in front of your face.
You were quickly snapped out of your daze, immediately netting the eyes of your boyfriend who was finding the situation histerical unable to hold his laughs in, reaching and tugging on his own stomach as he doubled down in laughter.
“Okay it’s not that funny” your replied extremely embarrassed a blush immediately coating your cheeks, as you brought your hands to your face in an attempt to cover the ever growing blush on your cheeks.
“Awh princess you know I’m just joking” Chris stated whilst carefully and delicately taking your hands and placing them in his own, all while maintaining eye contact.
“I mean hey I don’t blame you, I do put on quite the gun show!” He lightly laughed whilst flexing his muscles and arms as if he was competing in a muscle man competition.
It was then that you found yourself also breaking out into laughter and lightly showing him away, letting out a small and barely audible “stop” through your laughter.
However you never got to really remove your hand from his chest as Chris reached out and gripped it holding it firmly in place. From here he reached out pulling you over and placing you on his lap. His hands as if by muscle memory wrapped themselves around your waist. He tilted your head up inline with his own regaining the lost eye contact.
“You know I love you right” Christ said barely above a whisper a small smile coating his lips.
Once again your once shaken blush arose. Your own smile too spreading and decorating your face.
“I know, I love you too”