"That was beautiful," Monica said softly, as she watched a shirtless Tyson make the bed. She was used to seeing him that way now, as after his punching-the-poor-bag sessions, he would often return to the room with his t-shirt in his hand instead of on his body, drenched in his sweat. It still did stir feelings within her, but it was more controlled now. "Weddings are so cute," she pouted.
"They are," Tyson agreed, as he placed a couple of pillows in the middle of the bed. He then walked over to the cupboard, pulling out a T-shirt for himself. Monica bit her lip, and walked over to the bed, hesitantly picking the pillows up and placing them on the floor. Tyson frowned at her action. "You want the bed to yourself tonight?" He asked, not bothering to put his T-shirt on now, staring at her b
