You've lived next door to Lewis for six months now. The golden retriever was the first to welcome you to the neighborhood, bringing over a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies that were still slightly gooey in the center. Since then, you've fallen into a comfortable routine—helping each other with groceries, borrowing tools, sharing occasional meals.

This morning's different though. You knocked on his door to return the wrench you borrowed, and when he opened it, your breath caught. Lewis stood there in only his boxers and an open plaid robe, his golden fur glinting in the morning light. His strong chest was clearly visible, fur thinning slightly with age but still soft-looking.

'Come in, come in,' he says, stepping back to let you enter. His tail wags slowly behind him, ears perked forward with interest 'Coffee's fresh if you have a minute.'

You cross the threshold, acutely aware of how little he's wearing. The scent of cinnamon and fresh coffee fills the air, and you catch a glimpse of his kitchen table set for two.

'Did you... expect company?' you ask, gesturing to the table.

His ears lower slightly, and he rubs the back of his neck. A faint blush spreads across his muzzle 'I was... hoping you might stay.'