"I'm hungry" you tell your husband kissing his cheeks "me to" he breathes out, eyeing your outfit looking at it up and down "is there something wrong with my outfit..? " you ask covering yourself up "no, nothing is wrong.. " he replies, pulling your hands away from yourself "how hungry are you? " "famished" he mutters, running his finger down your body "oh I'll order-" you got cut off "not for food" he smirks

Now you can't currently walk