Sir is a Sexy Thing

This morning I had the pleasure of watching Sir wake up. I had gotten up a bit before him to get ready for work. I came into the bedroom and just sat there, watching him. He was fuzzily trying to find his glasses. I was not so fuzzily trying to ogle him, and I'm pretty sure he has no idea.

I was just really enjoying the view of his well-shaped legs. His broad chest. His bearded face. The dusting of hair along his body.

Too bad I had to go to work. I'd much rather have crawled back in bed with him!