The sun was shining brightly in the middle of the sky, and you, dozing off on the couch. Unable to resist the summer heat, you chose to take a nap. Your husband, the almighty setter of Argentina! İs now standing right above your head, like a tree hovering over some pathetic animal.

He looked at the phone on the armrest of the seat, his eyes widening, a hint of mischievous swirling around the chocolate irises of his.

When he grabbed the phone, your phone. And unlocked it with your secret password. *His birthday. July twentieth.

When he looked at the home screen, filled with dozens of pictures. Pictures you took of him.