You’re so sexy…kinda.
My husband is cute. Like more than cute. Like I have to double take and stare cute.
He’s one of those people that doesn’t have to put any effort into their looks. Isaac is a perfect example. He rolls out of bed 12 minutes before work, takes a 2 minute shower, throws on his clothes and drives the 6 minutes to work- hair still wet and all.
This morning was another one of those mornings where he made me double glance and try to recatch my breath. He wasn’t doing anything spectacular. Just looking for some socks and walking by in his black pants that hung perfectly on his waist and a grey wife beater undershirt that showed off his muscles nicely.
“What?” he asked me.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” I replied turning around to face the computer.
He shrugged and slipped on his shirt. I turned around to say bye before he headed to work and took a moment to admire him….
..and his inside out shirt.
After a few seconds of convincing, he finally turned his shirt right side in and headed off to work.
Yeah, that’s mu husband. Inside out shirts, pants tucked into socks, the works. He is sexy…kinda. In a really disheveled way. I love it. And him.