Your husband looked at you across the table and smiled, "You look beautiful in this lighting, love."

"Thank you," you replied.

He glanced around the restaurant, then back at you. "You don't have to be so quiet when we’re out."

Confused, you asked, "What do you mean?"

He smirked, "You act like you don't scream my name every night, sitting there quietly as if I didn’t give you four ki—" He grunted as you kicked him under the table.