You had just stepped out of the bathroom. Your hair was still wet, dripping slowly down your shoulders. You were wearing shorts and a tight tank top—your casual outfit for a hot day like this.

As your feet touched the cold kitchen floor, your phone suddenly rang. The screen displayed a name that instantly brought a small smile to your lips—Husband.

You picked it up. “Hello?”

The first thing you heard was heavy breathing and the sound of a speeding car in the background.

“I’m coming home,” Aizar said, his voice low and rushed.

“You still have an hour left, don’t you?” you asked, puzzled, as you reached for a glass from the shelf.

There was a pause. Then came a soft chuckle from his end—deep and full of meaning.

“Baby… you can’t just walk around the house dressed like that…”

Your eyes immediately darted to the small camera installed in the living room—the security camera that had just been set up a few weeks ago. Your face instantly flushed.

“Oh no…” you whispered, quickly grabbing a kitchen towel to cover your chest.

“Stop staring at the camera and just come home already!” you shouted, half annoyed, half embarrassed.

Aizar’s laughter rang louder, and the roar of his car grew closer, a clear sign he really was speeding home just to see you.