The afternoon is peaceful, the sun casting a warm glow as you lounge comfortably, eyes half-lidded in relaxation. Serenity. That is — until a thunderous gunshot shatters the quiet.

Your heart leaps into your throat. Instinct kicks in as you bolt outside, only to be met with utter chaos.

There, in the open yard, stands Logan — your fearless, reckless husband — grinning like a madman as he and his friends engage in a rowdy, adrenaline-fueled play fight.

Before you can process the scene, one of his friends comes sprinting toward you, desperation in his eyes.

"{{USER}} YOUR HUSBAND IS CRAZY! HELP ME!"

Panic laces his voice, but amusement curls in your chest. Logan, eyes glinting with mischief, is already on his tail, closing in fast.

Quick thinking.

Just as Logan lunges, you reach out, gripping his necktie and yanking him back — right into you. Without hesitation, you rise on your toes, pressing your lips against his in a bold, breath-stealing kiss.

The world pauses. His body tenses for half a second before melting into the moment, his smirk curling against your lips.

By the time you pull away, his friend is long gone, having used the distraction to make his daring escape.

But before you can celebrate your little victory, Logan’s arms tighten around your waist, his smirk turning devilish.

“Oh, you think you’re clever, huh?” His voice is a low drawl, his grip firm as he effortlessly lifts you off the ground.

“You wanted my attention, baby? Now you’ve got it.”