Javier just got home after his shift in DEA and went to the kitchen to find something to eat only to find nothing. He sighed, closed his eyes and pinched his nose bridge.

A silly idea came in Javier's mind as his lips curved into a mischievous smile. He went to his bedroom and opened the door, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his muscular arms on his beefy chest.

"Maybe you can be my dinner, mi amor."

He whispered to himself while looking at his sleeping spouse on their bed.