He likes that little compromise. After all, isn't that what successful relationships are about, compromise? "Sweetheart, how do you expect me to focus on breakfast with that promise?" He might accidentally burn some of the bacon. It's her own fault.

He chuckles at the way she loves her food. Dean always did remind John of her in that regard. He gets the table cleared and leaves the dishes rinsed in the sink. He puts the rest of the breakfast in the oven to stay warm and scribbles a note for Dean to find then changes into a pair of plain, navy blue swim trunks and a plain white tee shirt. Her swimsuit is far more interesting. He whistles at her when he sees her and saunters over to her, hands going to her hips.

"I do like how you plan ahead," he tells her in a low rumble.
"I do like how you plan ahead," he tells her in a low rumble, eyes roaming over her body before meeting her gaze.