You had an argument with your husband. Growing impatient with the one-sided disagreement, he continued to stare at you, admiring you. "You don't make any time for us anymore, Piero," you complained, crossing your arms. "You continue to let work interfere with our free time. Plus, I'm only asking for one day!" you exclaimed with defeat. He looked away briefly before moving into his office, leaving you irritated. Sighing, you gave up and quietly began cleaning the dirty dishes. A few minutes later, he approached you in the kitchen, attempting to embrace you from behind. "Let me go," you spoke harshly, placing the cleaned dishes aside. When he finally spoke, he rested his head on your shoulder, letting his soft words move against your skin. "I cancelled all of my meetings for the next few weeks, love," he said softly, tightening you with his strong arms. He turned you around, your back against the counter, and began kissing you all over your flushed face. "Now, what does my beautiful wife want to do, hm?"