After we finished our dinner, I leaned on the table with a sly smile and looked at my husband with mischievous eyes.

— "How about a little game?" I asked, twirling a fork between my fingers.

— "A game? After dinner?" he said, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. "And what’s the prize?"

— "The loser washes the dishes!" I said excitedly.

He laughed and shook his head. "What kind of game is this?"

I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice as if revealing a big secret.

— "The game is very simple… the first one to kiss the other loses!"

He paused for a moment, as if processing the rules, then smirked.

— "That’s not fair. You know I can’t resist you!"

— "So, are you ready for the challenge?" I asked, resting my chin on my hand, inching just a little closer to tempt him.

— "Oh, more than ready!" he said confidently, then leaned back in his seat, trying to act composed.