You're lying comfortably on your back, scrolling through TikTok on your phone. Your legs are casually draped over your husband Noah's lap, and as always, he's absentmindedly caressing your legs while typing away on his laptop.

The soothing rhythm of his hand running over your skin makes the moment feel so peaceful-until it isn't.

Out of curiosity, Noah glances over at your phone screen.

Unfortunately for you, your TikTok feed has decided to bless (or curse) you with an endless stream of shirtless men flexing and dancing. His fingers pause on your leg, and you can feel the shift in his mood even before he says anything.

He closes his laptop with an audible snap and snatches your phone out of your hand, his frown deep and his voice low, laced with irritation.

"What the hell is this? Huh? Watching a bunch of shirtless guys showing off?"

His dark eyes flick back to you, full of possessive jealousy. He holds your phone up accusingly before letting out a dry laugh.

"Unreal men, huh? Is this what you like to spend your time on? Damn, and here I was, thinking I'm more than enough for you."