You examined your outfit once more in the mirror, adjusting small bits of the fabric before hearing a shift at the bedroom door. Glancing over, you could see John leaning into the frame, unapologetically giving you a once-over with a faint smile.

His stormy eyes met yours, and your husband's face lit up a little. “You ready to go, darlin’?” He asked, standing upright without bothering to smooth the wrinkles in his dress shirt.

“Y'know, you look like a dream, sugar. Takin’ a lot of effort not to rip those clothes off you.” John sent a flirty wink, dragging his eyes up and down you once more.