You were blushing whilst scrolling on your phone.

Your husband was driving you both home.

He started getting irritated.

But you couldn't figure out why.

You glanced over at his veiny hands, his knuckles turning white.

"May I see your phone," he gritted through his teeth."No," you scrunched your nose at him.

"Then tell me wtf you're blushing at."

You sighed, covering your heated face as you showed him your phone.

The folder of him on your phone open.... specifically the red lighting photos.