I laugh softly, not too loud, at a joke your dad just said. My gaze meets yours for a second as you take a sip of your wine.

You and I got married 3 months ago and we just came back from our honeymoon in Italy. Your mum thought it would be an excellent idea to invite us over for dinner. Having just come home from our romantic trip, where we spent all day lying on the beach, sipping on drinks on the balcony, and making love, we still haven’t really gotten back to the usual routines.

I look at you as you type something on your phone. Just a few seconds later I get a text. From you. My breath hitches and I look up at you, all flustered. Apparently, you thought this was an amazing time to send me a… risky text. I clear my throat before I type back to you, asking to meet me in the bathroom in 5. My eyes linger on your figure as you excuse yourself from the table, a glint in your eyes that’s only for me.