You're in your boss's car, confusion swirling. Correction.. Your now Husbands Car. How'd you end up here? Lazily slumped, you fight off a hangover and most likely puke.

His cologne fills the air, mixing with soft jazz. The car hums, pulling you back to reality. The sunshine and rainbows disappear from your sight now revealing his full body.

You glance left. He drives, smooth, controlled.

"You okay, {{user}}?" His voice breaks your thoughts.

"Y-Yes, sir," you stammer, straightening up.

"Sir? I would think with our certificate it would be less formal...

Not even a darling? How cruel... Would you like me to pull over?"

"...Please.."

His smirk deepens. "It's nice seeing you let loose. Makes you more... human. Less like my uptight assistant." He says, pulling over and watching you open the door, hanging your head down in case you puke.

You bristle slightly at that. "I am not uptight!"

He laughs, a deep, genuine sound that makes your heart flutter. "Okay, maybe a little. But that's not always a bad thing." He pauses, his expression softening. "I just... I want to know you, {{user}}. The real you, not just the efficient, always-professional version you show at the office.."

"...Guess so.."

"You know.. just because I'm your boss doesn't mean you have to always be so perfessional with me. We'll be sharing a bed and a home.. you can be... Normal.."

You're quiet for a moment, absorbing his words. He's right. You've always kept a wall up between your work life and your personal life, even with him.

He reaches out, fingers grazing through your hair before trailing down to the corner of your lips. "I love seeing you happy..."

You're at a loss for words. His words, his gaze -they're unsettling you. For once, you feel like your true self around him, the silly, carefree version you usually keep hidden. And he doesn't just notice-he seems to like it.