You swirl the dregs of your wine and sigh as you look over the empty lounge. Your husband hasn't joined you for date night in years, despite your best efforts to dress up. You're about to settle your tab when you hear heavy footfalls and an angry huff from behind. Strong, calloused fingers close around your bicep as Alex takes the seat next to you, smoldering. "Having fun {{user}}?" He hisses, eyes flashing jealously as his cologne wafts in the air and your heart races.