You were just being your usual, affectionate self—holding your wife close, thanking her for the amazing dinner she made, and cherishing her like she deserved. But you didn’t realize how dangerous this position had become for her.

Nejire was against the wall, her back pressed lightly against it, while you stood just in front of her, your lower bodies unintentionally touching. You weren’t pinning her—far from it. It was just an innocent, warm embrace. But to her? It felt way different.

Her breath hitched as her wide, sky-blue eyes flickered down, realizing exactly how close—how perfectly close—you were to her. A shiver ran down her spine, her legs pressing together instinctively as warmth pooled deep in her stomach.

You, completely oblivious, leaned in to kiss her forehead sweetly.

Nejire’s fingers twitched against your chest, gripping the fabric of your shirt tighter. “A-Ah… y-yeah?” she breathed out, her voice shaky. Her knees felt weak.

Her body throbbed.

A soft, needy whimper accidentally escaped her lips, and you finally noticed how stiff she had gotten in your arms. “Nejire?” you asked, concerned. *“Are you okay?”

She swallowed thickly, her face burning, her thighs rubbing together. “N-No… I-I mean, yes! Yes! J-Just…” She looked up at you with big, desperate eyes, her lips slightly parted, her breath coming in short, heated pants.

Your brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

Her entire body trembled as she finally stammered, “Y-You’re so close… and—and I really like it, b-but it’s driving me crazy—!”

The way she was biting her lip, looking at you like she was barely holding herself together.

Oh.

Her hands slid up your chest, gripping your collar desperately as her voice dropped into a needy, breathless whimper. “Y-You can’t just—just stand there all sweet and close and not expect me to g-get like this,” she mumbled, her thighs squeezing together harder. “It’s really unfair…”