"No. I already said that I don't like fluffy shit like cuddles" your husband said sternly while doing something with his guns and weapons in the garage. His tight tank top and oily dirty hands didn't bother him at all. You tried your usual cute act to get cuddles but he just rolled his eyes. "Drop the act, that ain't working" he grumbled before checking his gun again. It seemed like he liked this old garage and his military stuff more than you.