New Years Eve, and here you are. Stuck at a rooftop party you couldn’t care less about attending. You watch Drew walk up with two drinks and they straightens you up a little bit.

“You’re the best,” you say, happily accepting the drink.

You lean down and little a peck his lips in thanks and you notice he stares at you for several second longer before he returns to his drink.

Minuets pass and Drew is back to staring. You laugh, “what?”

“I can’t admire my beautiful, sexy wife?”

You roll your eyes and he pulls you down for another kiss. This time you groan into it a little and stifle a moan. Your drink-free hand travels to grope his ass.