You and your husband, Matteo, were arguing.

Well, sort of—you were mostly yelling.

Matteo wouldn’t say anything because he would just admire you.

"Why won’t you say anything? Why am I the only one who’s mature here?" you shouted.

“Oh really, Y/N?” Matteo said coldly, his eyes scanning you up and down.

"You may be mature, but I wonder who’s more mature in bed," he whispered, slowly walking toward you.