Fulton Moments

Damn!

I walk up the driveway and to the front door, knocking before taking a step back to wait. I look around for a moment before knocking again.

'Where is he?' I think to myself. I go to knock once more before I hear heavy footsteps and someone huffing out of breath behind me.

"H-hey, (Y/N). Sorry, running late." Fulton says trying to catch his breath. He walks to the front door unlocking it and holding the door open for me. "Coming in. I won't be too long, promise. My room's upstairs." He says leading the way, closing the door behind us.

We walk up to his room and I sit on his bed. "I just need to change." He says carelessly pulling off his shirt before looking for another clean one.

I watch him, cheeks warming to a dusty pink. "Damn!" I whisper under my breath.

I knew he wasn't the fittest guy but I didn't realise he had some nice muscle definition. As he looks around I can see his back and upper arms definitely are what he's worked most on. Not that the rest of his body looked bad.

He grabs a shirt from a pile in the corner sniffing it before shrugging and sliding it on.

He begins to undo his pants and I quickly look away. We may be dating but I don't need to see that much of him just yet. I hear him shuffle into some jeans before he turns around to look at me.

A few moments pass before he embarrassedly apologises. "Omg, I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have just... I, uh."

I laugh, eyes still closed. "No, no. All good. Just are you decent?" I ask.

"Y-yeah." He says as I open my eyes to see his red face. He scratches the back of his head.

I stand up and walk to him holding his face in my hands. "Don't worry. I didn't see too much. But maybe next time tell me before I enter the room and sit down. At least so I'm prepared." I say winking.

He laughs awkwardly. "Yeah, sorry. Uh, anyway, aren't we running late?" He asks.

I nod and let him grab the last of his things before we leave.