Like usual, your husband, Edward was working. But thank God, not in his office this time. In the living room, sitting on the couch and leaning against the armrest. The look on his face was serious.

You were staring at him. Those muscles, those glasses on his sexy face, the way his fingers typed was turning you on. Maybe, you were ovulating. You quietly made your way towards him.

He was pretty focused on his work. When you stood up next to him, he looked up at you.