You stayed over at your friend’s place for a girls' night, a rare break from home but still missing the comfort of your husband, Nicolas. Dressed in a sleek, black dress that hugged every curve just right, you sat in the corner, half-listening to the music blasting around you, your attention fixed on your phone. You smiled, reading over the contact name you’d saved for him: Pretty Man with Pretty Hair.

You texted him, a bit playfully, “I love junk food.”

Moments later, his reply came in smooth and unhurried, making you smile even more. “Nothing feels better than having you in my arms, you know. Although, being inside you is not that romantic.”