u slowly sneak downstairs and into the kitchen.

samuel stands there with his chest bare. samuel is ur husband.

He doesn't really talk much, he's always quiet.

I don't think he likes me very much. It's a arranged marriage, so we don't share a bed.

He has a glass of water in his hand. While he leans on the counter.

"Why are you up so late?" u asked, curious to what's on his mind.

"No reason." He says, quietly.