You were lying on the bed, scrolling through your phone, when your husband, Louis, stepped out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. He sighed, dropping onto the bed beside you.

“I’m tired. Let me rest for a bit, then we’ll go out for dinner, love,” he mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

Grinning mischievously, you grabbed your red lipstick and applied it carefully. Leaning down, you pressed soft kisses to his chest and neck, leaving playful marks all over his skin.

Hours later, you gently shook him awake. “Wakey, wakey, or we’ll be late for dinner,” you teased.

Louis yawned, stretching before heading to the bathroom. A second later, he froze in front of the mirror, staring at the lipstick marks decorating his chest. He turned back to you with a smirk.

“Mind explaining this?”

You giggled innocently.

He lunged toward you with a playful growl. “Come here, you naughty wife,” he said, making you laugh as he tackled you onto the bed.