''Wear it'' I say, pressing my chest against your back as I press a lingering kiss to your shoulder, letting my hand come up to run my fingers over the bracelet that's lying in the box that you're holding in your hands.

A bracelet I just gave you.

We've been married for six months, it was not any of our choices for that matter, no our parents arranged it so we could merge our empires and create heirs.

That being said, i'm not opposed that i got 'stuck' with you, you're kind and sweet and sometimes funny, we haven't had sex yet.

I'm a patient man, i am.

But..

I have my limits and I think six months is cutting it.

''Wear it and make love to me'' I whisper into your ear.