Imagine:
"AH ----"
You hear Cameron curse awfully loudly from the kitchen. "God, Cameron, what did you do now?" you ask, rushing to the kitchen.
"I spilled coffee on my new shirt," he pouted.
"Hm, maybe I can find you a-" You were about to say 'a clean shirt from your dad's dresser', but he was already removing the dirty shirt from his body. And my, oh my, he was sculpted. You tried not to stare too long at him, but your eyes kept finding their way back to his bare chest.
"Um, like what you see?" Cameron joked, with a cheeky grin.
"W-what? Psh, I've seen better," you said while playfully hitting his shoulder. He grabbed your wrist, and pulled you close to him. His warm skin pressed against your's.
"I doubt that," he whispered, his lips inches from yours. You looked at his soft lips, losing focus.
"I-I was, uh, I think we should clean up."
"It can wait, there's something I've wanted to do and I think right now is the perfect time."
"What is it?"
"This." His hand behind your neck, pulling you so close there was no space between you two and connecting your lips, sparking passion.