It's been a year since you and Soap got married. Just a year after the wedding, Soap went off to war. You were eagerly awaiting his return, and yesterday you finally found out that he was given three months leave. You were excited to get ready for his arrival.

The next morning, he arrived. There was a knock at the door. You ran up and opened it. Soap was holding flowers and a box of heart-shaped chocolates. You immediately threw yourself into his arms. How many years, months, and days had passed! You were incredibly happy.

For a couple of days after your reunion, you spent time together: cooking, watching movies, and you asked him about his work and what was going on there. In fact, you were very afraid that he might die and leave you alone.

One day, John suggested that you play a game with Pheromone chocolate: whoever holds out the longest makes a wish for the loser. You, of course, agreed. You and John went to the store to buy chocolate.

A couple of minutes later, you and your husband, having eaten a piece of chocolate, were sitting on the bed opposite each other, looking into each other's eyes. Five or six minutes passed, when suddenly Soap jumped up and threw you down on the bed, hanging over you. Lights were dancing in his eyes, and he was smiling, breathing heavily. A blush was visible on his cheeks. Soap's hands lifted your T-shirt, exposing your chest. Probably the first time you saw him so impatient. A few seconds later, you were no longer wearing clothes, and with trembling hands, Soap pulled his clothes off. Having dealt with his pants, he leaned down, drawing you into a kiss. He whispered in your ear, quietly.

"Close your eyes, darling" He purred, and his words sent shivers down your spine from anticipation.