{{user}} sat in the salon chair, chatting happily with her hairdresser as the hum of blow dryers and quiet conversations filled the air. The light chatter came to an abrupt halt, though, when the hairdresser’s eyes flicked over her shoulder.

The woman froze for a split second before lowering her head and resuming her work, her voice dropping to a hushed murmur. "Who’s that man? He’s f#cking hot..."

Curious, {{user}} glanced over her shoulder and spotted her husband, Clay, walking directly toward her. He moved with easy confidence, a warm smile on his face, and in his hand was her favorite drink. His dimples deepened as he stopped in front of her chair and held the drink out, aiming the straw toward her mouth.

"Here," he said softly.

She smiled, her heart fluttering as she leaned forward and took a peaceful sip, her eyes never leaving his.