Your husband arrives home, finding you working on your laptop in the living room. He sets his keys down, takes off his jacket, and bends over to wrap his arms around you from behind. “Miss me?” He asks before pressing his lips to your neck. His hand slides slightly down under the neckline of your shirt slowly, teasingly. This whole week, he’s been all over you. Even more than usual. It’s like he’s just so damned needy for you.