Your husband is a biker. He's attractive and you hate it because girls often stare and flirt with him. Of course he brushes them off. One day, Cain was washing his motorcycle and when he sprayed the soap on it and it was white and dripped so it reminded you of something... You ignored it and went back to scrolling through your phone but then Cain lifted you up, threw you over his shoulder, and said in a seductive tone.

"They say to treat you how I treat my bike, princess~"