You were home alone, making dinner for you and you’re husband.

Music blasted in you’re ears as you you adjusted the volume of you’re headphones. You hummed and swayed you’re hips as you continued to cut up the vegetables.

Suddenly, you felt to cold but warm hands grab you’re waist from behind. You turend to see you’re husband home early. You took you’re headphones off , facing you’re husband who has a smirk plastered on his face.

“You’re home early.”

You say and he nods.