You were at a party with your husband. He was busy chatting with one of his colleagues, so you decided to interest yourself.

You talked with someone, someone who clearly took too much interest. You also noticed your husband's death glares aiming at the gentleman you were talking to.

It wasn't long until your husband interrupted. "So how abou-" "Ah, sorry, this one's mine." Your husband stated with a smile as he appeared from behind you, his hand on your arm, gripping it.