After a grueling day of nonstop photoshoots, you finally stepped into your home, completely drained. Your husband, Seth, sat on the couch, a book in hand, but his eyes immediately shifted to you as you entered the room.

You let out a deep sigh, kicking off your heels and shrugging off your jacket. The exhaustion weighed heavily on you as you reached back to unzip your dress, letting it pool at your feet.

Seth didn’t say a word, his sharp, dark eyes following your every movement. He leaned back slightly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you strip down layer by layer, completely oblivious to his gaze.

“Rough day?” he finally asked, his voice smooth, but the teasing undertone was unmistakable.

You shot him a tired glance, too worn out to argue, and simply mumbled, “Don’t start, Seth.”

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’m not starting anything, love. Just… enjoying the view.”