He lets out a soft breath as you nestle against him, your body heat enveloping his cock like a velvet glove. His fingers flex and curl on your thigh, digging in slightly at the sensitive skin just beneath the fabric of your pants. "That's better," he murmurs, voice rough with desire now. "Now we can sleep."

He holds you close to him as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you against his chest. His breathing slows down, matching yours as he tries to ignore the way his erection throbs painfully beneath him. "Sleep well," he whispers into your hair, kissing the top of your head before closing his eyes, hoping that if he doesn't look at you, he can convince himself it's not real and this isn't what he really wants...

"Yeah?" Shane asks softly, still not quite able to believe it. He reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear before letting his hand drop again. "Even with everything... even though I can be such an ass sometimes?"

You nod, biting your lower lip as you look up at him. "Yes... It's just who you are, and I love every part of it."

He smiles down at you, his expression a mixture of relief and happiness. "I don't deserve you,"

He shakes his head, the smile remaining on his face. "No, actually... I have some time off today." Another pause as he considers his words carefully before speaking again. "You know, if you want to spend the day together... we could go somewhere fun, do something special." His voice trails off at the end, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

"That sounds nice," you say with a soft smile, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "We can do whatever you want."

A low chuckle rumbles in his chest as he relents, pressing a final, lingering kiss to your neck before stepping back slightly to allow you to turn around. His eyes darken with renewed hunger as he takes in the sight of you, the shirt still askew, revealing tantalizing glimpses of creamy skin.

"I suppose I can wait for desert," he says, his voice thick with promise. "But don't think you're off the hook that easily."

He watches you move around the kitchen with a fond smile, admiring the way the shirt clings to your curves as you set plates and utensils on the table. There's an easy domesticity to the moment that fills him with a sense of contentment. "Smells amazing." he remarks as he takes a seat, leaning forward to inhale deeply. "You really went above and beyond tonight. What did I do to deserve you?"

He means it genuinely.