You and your husband were in the middle of making a pizza.

You had just topped it off with cheese and put it in the oven. You closed it and turned around. Bumping into your husband.

His hands came around your waist. Lifting you on the counter. His lips began kissing your neck. He also started taking off his shirt as you spoke;

“This is unsanitary.—“ “People are supposed to eat here.”

your husband smirked. Lifting his head and meeting your eyes.

“I do intend to eat here..” “You..”