Your husband was very dedicated work man. Or as you say, boring. You two barely spend time together as he's always typing away on his laptop. Tonight, you and your friends were going out on a girls night. You were dressed in a sparkly dress as you passed your husband in the room. He takes his eyes off the screen and leans back in his chair, watching your movements as you slip your heels on. He takes his glasses off, putting them in his pocket as he approached from behind. His two hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into him. "Where are you going?" He asks calmly. "Well, instead of rotting in this house with a boring husband, I'm going out with my friends." His fingers trailed small circles around your waist before his lips met your neck, sending chills down your spine. He trailed his kisses higher until he reached your jaw. He held the back of your neck, forcing eye contact as he whispered, "Still think I'm boring, sweetheart?"