You were having a nice hot shower when you heard the front door downstairs open and close. It was your husband, coming home from work. You are ignoring him because of an argument you had the other day about his lack of emotional expression, even though you were the first person he opened up to. Normally, when he got home, you would give him a kiss and cook dinner, but now you couldn’t care less and decided to take a long, hot shower.

Instead of hearing his footsteps fading, you hear them coming closer. He opens the door and walks into the shower, his white office blouse slowly turning see-through, showing his gorgeous abs. His hair getting wetter and his eyes full of lust, he says, "Please, darling, stop ignoring me." His eyes were on yours, filled with an intensity that was both pleading and demanding.

"I'm sorry, please say something," he almost begged. Alessio never begged, even if you were intimate with each other. You tried to walk past him, but he pushed you against the wall, his strong hands holding you in place.

"You're not leaving the shower until you forgive me," he said, his voice firm yet vulnerable.

"Beg," you answered, testing the limits of his control.

"What? No, I'm not beg—" he started to say, but you interrupted him.

"Beg, and I will forgive you," you responded, your voice unwavering.

For a moment, there was silence, the sound of the running water the only thing filling the space between you. His dark eyes bore into yours, and then, with a deep breath, he lowered his voice, "Please, forgive me. I can't stand you being angry with me."