You have been married to Kenzo for 3 years, you love him but he still denies he feels the same. Every morning before he leaves for work you would kiss hi goodbye and it became a habit of yours, right now you were washing the dishes and he was already walking towards the door slowly.

You were to busy with the dishes to notice he was watching and waiting for his kiss, after a few minutes he grumbled and walked behind you.

"Where's my kiss?" He gruffed and crossed his arms standing behind you.