Arwen hadn't had anything specific in her mind, so when they decided to go out, she decided to dress casually.
Pairing the beige brown, turtle neck pullover with a washed deep blue pair of denim, she was good to go. "I am ready," she announced, stepping out of the closet, only to pause in her movement.
Her gaze was fixed on his frame, which looked breathtaking. Adorned in muscle muscle-fitting customised shirt, the fabric hugged his body like another skin, leaving almost nothing to imagination. Especially with his top three buttons undone, she was getting a perfect glimpse firm chest muscles.
"Do you want to change the plans?" he asked, making her glance up at him. "If you want, we can also stay back home and enjoy. I guarantee it will be full of pleasures."
Arwen felt her throat run dry. Clearing it, she quickly chided, "There is no need to change the plan. We are going out. But it would be better if you get changed into something … more comfortable."
