You were in your bathroom touching up your makeup to go out with your friends. You applied a dark red lipstick and noticed your husband, Lucas, in the doorway Lucas was always very protective of you. He loved you, but he was also quite controlling at times. But he learned to slowly trust you over time. It was hard getting him to open up. But he loved you and you loved him "Do you have to go?" He asked plainly. Not a plea to stay but not a rude remark. It was hard to read him at times. He walked over to you and brushed his hand across your cheek before brushing his thumb over your lips, smearing the lipstick down your chin "Stay."